He was being tested. In retaliation for crimes never committed, he was being given his once chance in eternity to take that test and pass it. And all that was at stake was his immortal soul.
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Samuel murmured. Something Lydia did not hear; something she could not make out.
His mouth traveled again, upon the echo of that murmur. Descending down the side of her throat, his mouth pressed the thrill of kisses that circled and circled, until at last the steaming torment of them found their resting place at the spot where the vee of her t-shirt dipped to its lowest point. Just at the most tender, most vulnerable and pulse-pounding spot at the very top of her breasts. The place where her cleavage began.
He murmured again, and this time she did collapse. Swept astray on a great and bursting rush of her own internal, sensitizing and sweetening moisture, her entire body simply gave out. Without warning muscle and tendon turned to water and blood to visceral, vermilion steam.