[There is nothing he would love more than to take her to her bed and do unspeakable things to her. But there would be time enough for that later, once what he had in mind for her was finished.
There was a table near the edge of the room, the height and style of a modern kitchen table, surprisingly strong and solid. Instead of taking her to bed he carried her towards it, slowly lowering her onto the expanse, pulling her towards the edge so she was just barely perched upon it.
And the entire time his lips never left hers, a series of short, intense connections.]
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There was a table near the edge of the room, the height and style of a modern kitchen table, surprisingly strong and solid. Instead of taking her to bed he carried her towards it, slowly lowering her onto the expanse, pulling her towards the edge so she was just barely perched upon it.
And the entire time his lips never left hers, a series of short, intense connections.]