Edie Harris

Shh, kitten,_ he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. __rust me._ His palms curved beneath her breasts, lifting them as his blunt fingertips tweaked her nipples expertly enough to have slickness gathering between her clenched thighs. __ou are the most beautiful thing I have ever touched. Une ange, bébé._ Hegroaned quietly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. __e t__dore,_ he muttered, thrusting against her backside.