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shoulder.

She loved the curl of her muscle there, all that fine, flawlessly pale skin.

She had the urge to do something animal and gave in to the ruthless desire.

She sunk her teeth there, biting gently, then licked away the sting when

Arabella gasped. She’d always thought doing things like that, hickies and

love bites, was in pretty poor taste, and she couldn’t believe she’d actually

done it, but Arabella had enjoyed it. God, she’d enjoyed it. Arabella

strained against her and whimpered, her hips pumping frantically into her.

“June…” Arabella panted. She slipped her hand between them and

touched herself. When her fingers came away wet, she brought them to

June’s mouth. She opened immediately, licking and sucking Arabella’s

juices off of her digits. “This is what you do to me,” Arabella groaned.

“I want you inside me,” June whimpered. “I want to come on those

fingers.”

“Yes,” Arabella rasped.

She kept one hand at June’s hip to support her, her knee braced between

them, and she let June down just a little, so that she wasn’t pressed up so

tightly against her. When June’s toes hit the floor, she angled her body into

Arabella, her hips already hitching up, begging for her touch. She gave it,

filling June with two fingers until she was slamming against her, her skin

sucking and banging off the glass, arching into every single delicious move

Arabella made. Every touch.

She was so full, so close to climaxing. The way Arabella had her pinned,

the furious passion that bloomed between them, the way she felt there was

no coming back from it, the warm water of the shower sluicing over her

tender skin, hitting the tips of her breasts—it all drove her to the brink.

“Holy shit,” June gasped. “I need to come. I’m going to come.”

“That’s it,” Arabella urged. “Come for me. I want to watch you come

apart and know it was me who did that for you. I want to give you all that

pleasure.” Arabella actually growled the last words, and feeling that sexy