" Take you where?" he asked, and opened my legs. He moved his body parallel to mine, and pushed my wrists into the pillows. I wrapped my legs around him and our heat was unbearable. Strands of hair stuck to my forehead and cheeks, and I tried to stop my body from trembling. Something about his persona made me weak.  "Stop teasing me," I whispered, "You're making me wet enough as it is. " " I can tell," he said, running his hand up and down my thigh. He cupped his hand around my pussy and pushed his palm into my clit. As he gently made circular motions, I moaned. I bit my lip and he started kissing my neck. " Content Warning: Explicit love scenes, naughty language, and piles of sexy shifter secrets. Intended for mature audiences. Sinead Dixon loves to write sexy, dirty things. Raised an only child, Sinead occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Art and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters.
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