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He lifted both hands to each side of her nape.

Cupping her close, he sank fingers into her tresses, massaging her skull as he bent over, his hair falling over his brow.

When their mouths met, it was fire and promise, slow and consuming. Heated and deep, the inevitable finally arriving.

She plunged her fingers in his violet locks, straddling his pelvis, canting her body to his as his touch slid from her waist to her tits.

He tore his mouth from her as he slipped the straps of her top off, he palmed them, his violet flaming eyes raking her face, then her breasts. ‘Beauty.’

He flicked her tightened buds, and she arched back, hair flying as she hissed with need.

Xander chuckled as he tweaked her turgid peaks.

His hips canted upward, undulating, the ridge of his scorching shaft under his shorts coming in delicious contact with her pussy in her lace underwear.

She convulsed and moaned as he whisked down one thin strap of her top and with one finger eased it below her tits.

Then, without warning, he licked her nipple.

She arched into his mouth as he lavved, savored, and suckled, taking his time to discover her.

‘Magnifico,’ he rasped all husky-gravelly, sensual.

She stroked his head as he lost her self in her tits, flicking and playing with her other teat as she ground her hips down on his thickening ridge.

‘Fokk,’ he grated. ‘I need to be all over you.’

He rose, lifting her against him, his hands sure, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

He carried her through the door of his cabin, as the lake whispered behind them.

Even in the dark, this man was scorching.

He strode with masterful steps through the wide hallway.

White and long to the floor, the curtains flew in the breeze through the window.

Adding to the magic of the moment.

He reached an inner room, the primary, placing her on a bed.

A big, beautiful sable bed, covered in ivory and ebony linen.

She took little notice of her surroundings as he bent over her and resumed his kisses.

Down, trailing her body, slipping lace aside as he did.

She lay back, giving in to his ministrations.

He loomed over her, knees on either side of her, and returned to her left nipple.

‘Damn, woman, love your tits,’ he murmured as he ran his tongue over one then the other.

‘Honey.’

She gasped, adoring how his lips glided on hers, the tease of his tongue, and how his fingers pinched and pulled at her taut need. ‘Keep doing what you’re doing.’

She knifed up, her pussy so wet, desperate to feel him.