Eros' eyes go dark at the sound that sends a spark straight to the base of his spine and he shifts into her hands as his clever fingers move with her.
"And now, my love, we are at a crossroads. Will I take you apart like this, or will you wait for me to join you on that ecstatic edge?" he whispers against her ear. "Speak your pleasure, Freya. Give me the words."
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"And now, my love, we are at a crossroads. Will I take you apart like this, or will you wait for me to join you on that ecstatic edge?" he whispers against her ear. "Speak your pleasure, Freya. Give me the words."