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Falling Star
Sophie breathes, and the air is fire. He is deep insider her, deep in body and mind – she feels him moving there, stroking her thoughts as he strokes her skin, drawing out pleasure into starfire sensation flesh was never meant to feel.
He pulls her up, and she sinks down onto his thighs, the rigid intrusion of maleness, deeper…more. His hands hold her hips, move her up and down again, help her along until she is moving herself, then slip up to her breasts, plucks at her nipples, their dark-flushed points.
Empty of all things but feeling, nerves stretched to their breaking point, she reaches out for his face and grabs him, pulls him close and steals one thing that is just for herself – one more terrible, perfect kiss. He spills heat inside her as she does so, and she feels pleasure the likes of which she had never even dreamed.
Haunting. Madness.
She sees her heart as it rises out of her chest, a lump of burning, flame more than flame, light more than bright.
He lifts his hands to the coal of it and cups it, brings it close. She watches even to the last minute, even as he swallows it, licks his lips of embers – then, then, she falls, clinging still to his final smile.
A/N: Sorry for the delay - microsoft word is NOT happy with me these days. Enjoy the inevitability of the end, and
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