His fingers curled possessively in her thick long silky hair. He made her feel small against his wel
His fingers curled possessively in her thick long silky hair. He made her feel small against his well muscled chest. His scent filled her essence making her whole. He said they fit well together. She thought he was a work of art. He made her feel like she was a work of art, even though she knew she was not. She feared she would always wonder what it was he saw in her, but the second his lips touched her own, her questions were minimized, because this and he, felt so right.(tn) -- source link
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