Chapter 27. What ifs.

Chapter 27: 27. What ifs.

He moved like the ocean. Like clean fine water gloriously waving, rippling its way openly. Water that could move so slowly in one minute, and rage wickedly fast in the next. His movements, his strokes, his thrusts were evoking sweet sensations in her body. Sensations that Neriah could only liken to molten silver. She had seen silver melted before, and seen the smooth, slippery and slimy look of it.

That was exactly how she was feeling, like everything inside her, bones included, had turned to molten silver, and was smoothly slithering inside her skin, from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet.

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