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“One second, he was in my mouth, my tongue flicking over the broad head of him; the next, his hands were on my waist and I flipped onto my front. He nudged my legs apart with his knees, spreading me as he gripped my hips, tugging them up, up before he sheathed himself deep in me with a single stroke.
I moaned into the pillow at every glorious inch of him, rising onto my forearms as my fingers grappled into the sheets.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Please,â€� I gasped out.
He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth.
“Tamlin,� I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with a mighty stroke.
For a moment, I was nothing, no one.
Then we were fused, two hearts beating as one, and I promised myself it always would be that way as he pulled out a few inches, the muscles of his back flexing beneath my hands, and then slammed back into me. Again and again.
I broke and broke against him as he moved, as he murmured my name and told me he loved me. And when that lightning once more filled my veins, my head, when I gasped out his name, his own release found him. I gripped him through each shuddering wave, savoring the weight of him, the feel of his skin, his strength.
For a while, only the rasp of our breathing filled the room.
I frowned as he withdrew at last—but he didn’t go far. He stretched out on his side, head propped on a fist, and traced idle circles on my stomach, along my breasts.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“He snakes his hands under my back and lifts my chest to his mouth as if I am a platter to be savoured. -Addie”
― Emily S Hurricane, Bag of Tricks

“As she'd deliberately and languidly stripped herself bare then knelt in the tub, seductively scrubbing her private places, she'd seemed an intriguing mix of innocence and experience, wholesome yet tantalizing. Knowing he was watching---or so he'd believed---she'd presented a sensual, galvanizing exhibition that could only have been designed to titillate and inflame. The interlude had been the most erotic he'd ever witnessed in a lifetime that had been filled with naughty sexual activity.”
― Cheryl Holt, Total Surrender