Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 172

Chapter 172

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She slid her hands up his chest to the back of his neck, entanglin her fingers in his hair as she urged him closer, pressing deeper.

Her lips moved with equal fervor against his while and her tongue met his in a passionate dance.

The guttural low moan rumbling from his lips, vibrated against her mouth and sent waves of heat coursing through her. The sound weakened her knees and a strange uncontrollably need coursed through her body.

She could feel her wetness pooling between her thighs, and her body betrayed how desperately she needed him.

“Alexander,” his name escaped from lips in a trembling tone files with longing.

He didn’t reply with words. Instead, he guided her backward with slow, deliberate steps until the back of her legs hit the couch.

With a soft firm push, she found herself on the cushions, and he laid on her.

His lips moved down from her lips, down her jaw found her neck.

Her back arched of its own accord as his hand slid up her side, slipping beneath her blouse to cup her breast. The warmth of his touch brought another shiver through her, and she couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped past her lips.

“Emma,” he muttered, his voice thick with longing.

way he called her name sent her heart racing, her chest rising and falling as she tried

every kiss felt like a spark igniting

Brianna, Vivian, or the

tone filled with both longing and

piercing, his hunger for her a mirror of her own for him. His hand lifted

back,” he whispered, shaking with desire. “At least not now.

resistance snapped. She nodded curtly,

him, her skin glowing like smooth caramel under the soft light of the room; her chest rising and falling, in rhythm with expectations, and her

inside his chest, the weight of the moment on him, like

was truly seeing her body, her gentle curves, the soft lines, the way her skin

in words. She was all he wanted. She had stood by him even when he

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for anything in

pulsed with urgency, hard as steel, begging for release. Net, he made himself,

the one who meant the world to him. That she wasn’t just some fleeting

first, and he had to show her, to prove to her with every touch,

collarbone. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs light against her hardened nipples. She gasped at the touch, arcing off the couch as

his voice husky with

through his hair, pulling him closer. His words sent fire down her spine; her body responded to him in ways she could not control. Every touch, every kiss seemed to light a spark deep inside, something she had

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