She clicked the page, and sees the stamp. Smiling she turns her face to the side, seeing him step forward out of the shadows. She waited for him to make his move. He held out his hand to her, and she placed her hand into his larger one, letting him help her out of the chair she was sitting in.
He took her hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand softly. “May I?” he asked her softly and she step forward toward him. He slowly lifted her hand, taking her hand over her head, pulling her softly into his chest as he moved their arms around her waist, hands at her hip.
She took his scent in, vanilla with a scent of musk. His chest, body heated her back as he tightens his hold on her, pulling her into his body. Warmth, safe, and wanted.
His free hand moved her curly hair to the side, and his hot breath touch the skin right below her ear. Soft lips, working downward to her collarbone. His hot wetness strokes her skin, his tongue tasting her. Her body pushed backward, into the strong wall of his body.
His arm at her waist tighten even more, the hair still holding her hair gave just a touch of pressure as his teeth scraped her skin. She moaned, her hips thrusting backwards just a little in reaction.
He bites her a little harder, then the lick of his tongue soften the pain away. With a soft chuckle he steps back, his hand dropping away from her waist. She stood, eyes closed as she felt him leave her, the stroke of her hair as it falls back onto her shoulder.
She opened her eyes slowly, looking at the computer screen at his personal bite stamp. She took a deep breath, letting her body have the moments it needed to calm down as she sat back down in the chair.
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