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Feather strokes of his nails up and down her inner forearms. Her eyes closed, the indulgence of his touch almost to the point of intoxication. Chills left in the wake of his touch, his slender fingers laced with hers as he pulled her into his arms to welcome her home.

A.J. Luna

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I enjoy fictional writing, and creating fantasies in my head. It's a dark place in there, and sometimes, I even scare myself. Find me on discord @ Gypsy Girl#7041

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