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July 12

He brushed his knuckles gently across her cheek, the touch both deliberate and teasing. Turning her head, she caught his finger between her teeth, pulling it into her mouth with an eager suck. She craved him, the taste of him, the warmth of his skin, any part he was willing to offer.
His other fingers splayed softly against her face before trailing down, settling lightly around her throat. The gentle pressure made her eyelids flutter shut as her breath hitched. His lips brushed her brow, a fleeting whisper of contact. She tilted her head toward him, silently pleading for his kiss, but he pulled back, denying her. He relished her yearning, the tension in the air between them.
When his lips finally grazed hers, it was like fire meeting ice. The hand at her throat tightened slightly as he tilted her head, his lips finding the curve of her neck. He kissed the tender arch where her neck met her shoulder, sending a ripple of shivers cascading down her spine.
His fingers danced to her shoulder, pausing at the delicate strap of her shirt. With excruciating slowness, he slid it down, his lips following the trail his fingers blazed. The strap slipped to her mid-arm, and he mirrored the motion on the other side, kissing the bare skin with deliberate care. Both straps now hung loose as his hands moved lower, exposing her bare chest. Her perfectly shaped breasts were a vision, her nipples already taut with anticipation. He leaned in, placing soft, teasing kisses that left her breathless.
Her senses swirled, and for a moment, she lost track of where he was, what he was doing. Then she felt it, an icy sensation gliding along her skin. A shiver raced down her body as he traced her curves with a piece of ice, the contrast of cold against her heat pulling an unbidden moan from her lips. The ice met her neck, her collarbone, then circled her nipples, eliciting gasps that only encouraged him further.
He reached for a leather flogger, letting its strands glide across her body. The light caresses teased her mercilessly, leaving her writhing under his control. When he brought it to her swollen, wet center, a sharp smack sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. The sensation built, intensifying her need. She tried to focus, but his movements were unpredictable, keeping her on edge.
As he moved closer, she turned her head toward the sound of his breathing, just as he pressed his hard length against her lips. She barely had time to react before he slid into her mouth, catching her off guard. Gagging briefly, she quickly adjusted, wrapping her lips around him and taking him deeply. Her tongue worked skillfully, eliciting groans of approval that reverberated through his chest.
Taking control, he thrust into her mouth with a deliberate rhythm, each motion a blend of dominance and restraint. The flogger returned, delivering light smacks to her tender flesh as her mouth worked him over. She could feel his desire mounting, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
Pulling back, he shifted his focus. His hands traced her body with renewed purpose, exploring random spots to make her squirm beneath him. The way she reacted to every touch, every whisper of sensation, drove him wild. He moved lower, determined to savor her completely.
Positioning himself between her thighs, he lowered his mouth to her center, tasting her deeply. Her flavor was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and heat that made him crave more. His tongue circled her clit while his fingers slid inside her, curling to find the spot that made her hips buck against him. Another hand teased the back side lightly, adding another layer to her mounting pleasure.
She was insatiable, and he planned to enjoy every moment of it