Richard rubbed his face against the silk, and his breath came through the cloth like something that should have burned, but it didn't. So soft, and so hard, all at the same time. Good to know. He shook his head.
I was his Nimir-Ra, and supposedly his dominant. I took a few deep breaths, and I was steady. I didn't faint, but I don't know how, because sitting across from Richard and watching Clair butter his biscuits made me wish I had. Damian slid inside me in one long push of his hips.
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