The little things he does...

*Hands on my hip, my brow arched* Mate, are you going to sit there and stare? Or, help your wife out? *Hands him the lotion*

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  Lucan Thorne *Staring intently at his beautiful breedmate, he contemplates all the ways he is skilled in the art of lotions, and how to put those skills to good use on every dip and curve of her body. He captures her eyes with his, and without a word she knows exactly what he wants. Swiveling to reveal her back to him, she drops her satin robe to the 
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  Gabrielle M. Thorne *Her eyes close as she feels the pressure from his palms, feeling her body melt into his fingertips as they slide along her shoulder blades then down her spine brings a smile over her, her body responds easily to his every caress while low purrs beg for more*

  
  
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  Lucan Thorne *He takes his time, languidly running his hands over her. He claims her, intent on covering every single inch of her. The stormy weather they've been experiencing in DC this week shows its ugly head again; whipping the night wind and pushing the cool air through the window, chilling his mate and raising her flesh in delicious little goose bumps. When she shivers slightly, he scoops her up with a growl and moves them to the bedroom, burying them beneath their lush bedding*

  
  
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  Gabrielle M. Thorne *He begins on the inside of her ankles, light kisses, and tender licks. Lifting her back while his fingers slide beneath it, she begins to crave whats to come. Her body heated as her thighs are scraped by the corse stubble lined along his chin* Baby, Non fermarti, Per Favore

  
  
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  Lucan Thorne *His lips and tongue taste along her inner thighs, his fangs scraping against her most tender spots. She arches and rolls beneath him, her hunger building as he worships her. He runs his forearm firmly, up over her stomach and breasts, coming very near to her shoulders; again without words she instinctively knows what he wants. She raises both arms above her head, wrapping her long fingers around the headboard slats* Angel, there is no stopping now. * His voice like gravel* Do not let go.