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her deepest desires for him, ones that were, at one time, only felt in their dreams, and she couldn’t stop herself.  
    She can’t stop herself now.
    He kisses her back, letting go of all his inhibitions, and he lets her take the lead.  
    She hitches her leg onto his hip and pushes him onto his back. Rolling with him, she now sits atop him, her hands sliding down his cheeks, down his neck. Their kisses grow more and more passionate with every touch.
    She runs her hands down his chest and back up to his shoulders, then down along his arms until she finds his hands. She lifts them to her body, encouraging him to touch, to explore, and he takes the not-so-subtle hint.  
    While their soft, warm tongues continue dancing, he ever so lightly runs his hands from her hips up her sides and down her arms. Her desire for him skyrockets to a fever pitch.  
    She shivers, and that need she feels for him grows hotter, stronger, making her bold and brave. This is it. This is what she’s been needing: to know that she can have him as completely as he has her.  

    Until a moment ago, kissing Mikah was all she could think about, all she ever wanted to do, and she wants more. She trails her fingers down his chest and over his abs, lightly tracing the bumps with her fingertips until they reach the point where their bodies meet. She can feel it between them, his erection growing stronger.
    His hands glide down her body once again, but she longs to feel his fingers against her bare skin. She grabs the hem of her shirt.  
    His hands cover hers, stopping them. Through their kiss he whispers, “Are you sure?”
    “Yes,” she breathes back, and he lets go of her hands.  
    “Can I?” he whispers again, and she nods.  
    At a slow, measured pace, he pulls the hem of her shirt up. Once the t-shirt rises higher than her breasts, the cool air of the room hardens her nipples into tight, painful peaks, and desire explodes. It causes her wings to unlock and spread.  
    She raises her arms to allow the shirt to come off, but in order for it to come off, she has to stop kissing him. She doesn’t want to stop kissing him.
    Mikah pulls away from their kiss long enough to bring the neckline of her shirt over her mouth. Then he is instantly kissing her again. He stops pulling on the shirt, but it still covers her eyes. She smiles as she kisses him again; she’s trapped slightly by her shirt.  
    His hands are on her bare skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. She shivers again and her wings rustle. She pulls her shirt off the rest of the way, and as soon as she tosses it aside she hears Mikah’s sharp intake of breath. His touch radiates through her wings and is felt deep down there. She moans into his mouth.  
    “You’re so beautiful,” he breathes as his hands continue their exploration.  
    He sits up, taking her with him so they are nose to nose, lips against lips. His hands slide up her sides to the swell of her breasts, tickling along her heated skin until his fingers brush her nipples and she moans again.  
    He pulls his lips away from hers and begins to kiss along her jaw, down her neck. Vivienne is lost to his touch; nothing matters but the two of them. His mouth continues down her chest to her breast — licking, kissing, nipping lightly as she writhes in his lap — until finally his tongue makes brief, searing contact with her nipple and she trembles.  
    He feels the tremor along the shaft of his throbbing erection, and suddenly he’s on the verge of losing control.  
    Sensing his distress and pleasure, she flicks her hips against his erection once again. This time he responds by running his hand along the front part of her wing. She stops as the pleasure locks down all of her muscles in a delicious tease. The moment his hand comes away, she is released.  
    “Not fair,” she says.
    She smiles and breathes. Bringing her own hands around to his back, she brushes her fingers along the edges of his wings, which are still locked