He was a gorgeous creature, all sinewy muscle and tight skin. Maverick, the silent bad-boy with a penchant for the dark and sensual. One night, I was granted entry into his kingdom of flesh, in an otherworldly experience that was both deliriously intense and totally forbidden.
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My heart raced as the city rushed by in a blur, my stomach fluttering with anticipation. Maverick pulled me close, his lips hungry on mine. I trembled as his hands explored my body with an aching desire, as his soft lips sent waves of throbbing pleasure through me. I was lost to the moment, to his touch, to the intensity of our passionate connection.
He gasped with pleasure as maverick’s deft yet naughty fingers trailed along his flesh; caressing and teasing in a way that only maverick could. His muscular frame, hardened with desire, felt like a dream as it pressed against his own. Maverick had ignited a fire in him that burned for more, driving him to take chances and surrender to an unknown surrender.