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it happened. It was so perfect . and she was equally involved in it as he was
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It is already too late in the night I think we should go to sleep.
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He never slept on the floor before. It was too hard for him . He tried hard to find a right position to be comfortable. It was just not happening. After repeated tries, he got up and decided to sleep sitting up
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His life with Priya was not even a day dream it just is his wishful thinking .
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He tired to sleep on the soft saree. It was more difficult .. because it smelled of her. Instead of offering comfort it made his mind imagine / draw more erotic pictures.
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Glow of the light made her look beautiful, her lips more soft she had curled it under her teeth annoying it , then tiny little togue came out took whirl around her lips . Yes He wanted to taste that lip touch that tongue . Run his fingers across her face
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Jealously scored through Ram, see them smiling and walking towards the dark end of the park.. He wanted to follow, without being too obvious about it .
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cried out in a passionate voice. "All I want is to make you mine."
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His fingers loosened slightly around her wrist, but then they tugged, pulling her along with him as he stepped behind a tall, elaborately carved hedge.
He whispered her name, touched her cheek.
Her eyes widened, lips parted.
And in the end, it was inevitable.
Ram wasn't sure at what moment he knew he was going to kiss her. It was probably something he never knew, just something he felt.
His hand snaked up her arm, over the pale satin fabric of her glove, across bare skin, and then finally past the wispy silk of her sleeve. It stole around to her back, pulling her closer, squeezing out the distance between them. He wanted her closer.
He needed her that much.
When his lips finally covered hers, he was not gentle. He was not cruel, but the pulse of his blood was too ragged, toourgent, and his kiss was that of a starving lover, not that of a gentle suitor.
He would have forced her mouth open, but she, too, was caught up in the passion of the moment, and when his tonguesought entry, he found no resistance.
I'll kill you, you bloody—
it happened. It was so perfect . and she was equally involved in it as he was
.
.
.
..
.
It is already too late in the night I think we should go to sleep.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
He never slept on the floor before. It was too hard for him . He tried hard to find a right position to be comfortable. It was just not happening. After repeated tries, he got up and decided to sleep sitting up
.
.
.
.
.
.
His life with Priya was not even a day dream it just is his wishful thinking .
.
.
.
.
..
..
.
He tired to sleep on the soft saree. It was more difficult .. because it smelled of her. Instead of offering comfort it made his mind imagine / draw more erotic pictures.
.
.
.
.
.
..
Glow of the light made her look beautiful, her lips more soft she had curled it under her teeth annoying it , then tiny little togue came out took whirl around her lips . Yes He wanted to taste that lip touch that tongue . Run his fingers across her face
.
.
.
...
.
Jealously scored through Ram, see them smiling and walking towards the dark end of the park.. He wanted to follow, without being too obvious about it .
.
..
.
.
.
.
.
.
cried out in a passionate voice. "All I want is to make you mine."
.
.
.
.
.
.
His fingers loosened slightly around her wrist, but then they tugged, pulling her along with him as he stepped behind a tall, elaborately carved hedge.
He whispered her name, touched her cheek.
Her eyes widened, lips parted.
And in the end, it was inevitable.
Ram wasn't sure at what moment he knew he was going to kiss her. It was probably something he never knew, just something he felt.
His hand snaked up her arm, over the pale satin fabric of her glove, across bare skin, and then finally past the wispy silk of her sleeve. It stole around to her back, pulling her closer, squeezing out the distance between them. He wanted her closer.
He needed her that much.
When his lips finally covered hers, he was not gentle. He was not cruel, but the pulse of his blood was too ragged, toourgent, and his kiss was that of a starving lover, not that of a gentle suitor.
He would have forced her mouth open, but she, too, was caught up in the passion of the moment, and when his tonguesought entry, he found no resistance.
I'll kill you, you bloody—
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