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Today, laying on a bed of feathers, in a jungle that seemed suspended in time, with a woman who was some kind of combination Wonder Woman and Jane of the Jungle, he just let his body take control. And his body loved every living minute.
It seemed his every base wish was granted, even as he thought it. He wished there were no barriers between their skin.
There were none.
He reveled in the ability to touch and taste where he wanted, when he wanted.
She tasted like a ripe passion fruit infused with sin. He knew he was rough as he took her lips, as he tweaked the hardening buds of her nipples. When he thought to apologize, she shook her head and took his hands, pushing them harder against her breasts.
"Don't back down," she ordered. "I want everything."
A haze of desire fogged his vision as if he had gone from bright early light of a summer day to the stroke of winter's midnight in a blink of an eye.