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Heat
After so many years without it, she had forgotten the deliciousness of the heat.
The raging inferno of a fully aroused male whose mate had finally let him near.
The fiery beat of her heart in response, pumping white-hot blood throughout her body.
The blazing touch of his talented fingers. The molten liquid seeping from her core.
And finally, oh finally, the searing fullness. The feverish thrusts. The scalding waves of sensation, growing ever larger until they boiled over her.
The comforting warmth of a sweating body, heavy and satiated, resting atop her own.
And as she passed into the glowing embrace of sleep, Jean knew she would never again go to bed cold.
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