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Luca smirked, nibbling on her earlobe. "Who told you that trick of mine?" |
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Laurel grinned, her hands running into his hair as a pulled the same trick on her, pulling a breathy moan from her lips. "Julie.. Do you approve?" She asked, her tone light and teasing. |
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"Mm... Julie was good, but you're better..." he nipped at her earlobe. |
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Laurel moaned again, her hand tightening lightly around his hair, not pulling too hard. "Is that so? I do like being better.." she admitted, feeling a sneaking sense of satisfaction to know his thoughts. |
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Luca smiled, pressing her up against the wall. |
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Laurel always got chills when he was like that, her body jolting against the cool tile of the shower wall. "I'd have to admit.. Of all my past experiences, you are the best," she whispered into his ear, her tongue flicking against the shell of his ear teasingly. |
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"Good... as you are mine," he whispered with a smirk. The water had run cold by the time he'd finished with her. He carried her out and wrapped her up in a towel. |
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"Good... as you are mine." Those words echoed in her head for the majority of their time in the shower. She was his, and she'd never been more pleased to feel as though she belonged to someone. She curled into him when he carried her out, allowing the fluffy towel to warm and dry her. |
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Luca dried her off, having the maids bring up a set of leggings and underwear for her. He handed her the clothes and along with one of his t-shirts. "Here," he said gently. |
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"Thank you," she smiled softly, taking the clothes when he gave them to her. She put them on, delighted to find that his t-shirt still smelled like him, as well as swallowed her comfortably. |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
