The T-rex removes her top leaving her only with a bra on her, her head falls back further, an offering, as his lips find the sensitive curve where neck meets shoulder, nipping gently, then soothing with slow, deliberate licks. The world narrows to the rhythm of his mouth, the scrape of his beard, the intoxicating pull of his desire weaving through her veins. She is lost in him, each kiss a deeper plunge into the tide of their shared hunger, her body alive with the electric promise of more.

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