Seven deadly sins…
Shadow caught her delicate throat in perfect moonlight. Onyx pebbled her needy eyes as she watched him trace the moist tip of his tongue along the goblet’s edge, watching her right back.
Her skin came alive with sensation. The surrounding air hummed.
He tweaked the tip of her wine bottle, grazed the lid with his hot fingertips, twisted, poured and drank, licking the liquid from his soft lips.
Quivering shadow plunged over skin from her tight swallow. Then she lunged for him, mouth, skin, all…
He took her, untouched, with desirous pain, crimson dripping, staining her sweet breast.
Are your sins this sensual…?
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