CHAPTER 41: TICKLE WARS AND WET MORNINGS

Remi Winters 1.5k words

EMBER’S POV

Knox’s tongue is inside me before my brain comes online.

I’m floating somewhere between a really good dream and an even better reality, my thighs already spread, my hips already rolling toward heat and pressure and wet, relentless strokes that have no business feeling this good this early.

A sound escapes...

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