Virgin Fever: A Taboo Virgin Erotic Series

tain cabin, shaking the frames until they groaned. Snow came down in thick, su

the storm

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was cold against my forehead, and the trees beyond it were barely more than shadows. The cabin creaked unde

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ound of his voice. Deep.

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ow and amused. "S

too long. Ever since our parents got married two years ago, I'd been forced to navigate holida

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urmured, "I coul

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but it came out we

hell of my ear. "Say t

were shaking, not from the storm, but from the war happening inside

ded with a thrill

urn

mist

wn. My gaze dropped to his lips-full, soft, bitten

adly I wanted

bad idea,"

, voice rough. "Sti

said yes. I shoul

I close

grazing as he grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against him. The to

uth, and he groaned

sliding under my sweater, tugging it up. My arms lifted before I could think, and suddenly it was

ng at me like I was art. "Y

e. No one had looked at me like that in a

collarbone, kissing the curve of my breast through the lace. His hand slid

ff," he said,

and pushed them down. He helped, tugging them over my h

ling me," h

preading my thighs with his hands. His eyes d

aste you," h

hen h

ed it-like he lived for the way I moaned, the way I begged. My hands tangled in his hair, grip

ith a sob, back archi

y, and I pulled him into me, gre

I said, brea

dn't

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eful, stretching me with every inch-

in was

was only

p thrusts that made my breath hitch. My nails dug into his back. Hi

roaned, voice raw.

im deeper. The couch creaked beneath us, the sto

. I could feel myself unraveling, every

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panted. "Co

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thing

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