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Angelica lets out a soft sigh as I kiss her, my hands running down her skin, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of her body. I can feel the electricity coursing through her, and I know that tonight, we will reconnect in ways we never thought possible.
“What now, Lycus?” Angelica asks.
“We start anew,” I reply. “We leave the past behind us and begin again, together. I could never let you go, Angelica. You are my everything.”
She smiles, her eyes brimming with tears. “Then let’s start tonight.”
I watch, mesmerised, as she reaches behind her and undoes her bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders and down her arms until her breasts are bared to me. My mouth turns dry at the sight of her nipples, pert and begging for my tongue.
Next she slides her silk underwear down her long, shapely legs, stepping out of them and keeping her heels on. She’s naked but for the stilettos and a delicate golden chain harness that crosses her body, accentuating her curves.
“Stunning,” I murmur to myself.
Angelica’s eyes never leave mine as I mirror her actions, slowly finishing undressing myself to join her. Her bashful smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and I notice the shyness and longing in her eyes.
I know this casual facade is merely a mask to hide the Cinderella within her, the one who has yearned for this moment for far too long.
As the air around us grows thick with anticipation, desire, and a deep sense of connection, I step closer to her, our bodies mere inches apart. My fingers trace the delicate curves of her face as our eyes meet, locked in a silent promise of what’s to come.
This is not about seduction, or even a simple physical act of affection. It’s about reclaiming what was lost and reconnecting on a deeper, more intimate level.
I cup her face in my hands, our fingers intertwining, and lean in to kiss her once more. The tender moments between us melt away, replaced by an unspoken fervour that grows with each passing second.
“Do you want a blindfold, Angel?” I offer, breaking our kiss and resting my forehead against hers to catch my breath.
“No, thank you. I want to see everything. I want to know it’s you, so I don’t have to pretend it is anymore.”
Fuck that makes my heart swell. I give her a soft smile. “Great answer, Angel.”
“May I call you, Sir?”
“You can call me anything you like. Are you okay with me calling you Angel?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes, I didn’t know how much I loved it until I was missing it.”
I brush my thumb over her lips, tracing the plump contour, and then run it down her neck, feeling the delicate pulse beneath her skin. Her breasts are full and ripe, just as I remember, and I can’t resist running my fingers over the tight peaks. Her nipples harden at my touch, and I know she is equally affected by our proximity.
“You are so beautiful, Angelica,” I whisper, unable to contain my awe. She’s like a goddess in my arms, all curves and fire, and I can’t help worshipping her.
Her eyes are locked on mine, pleading for release, and I know what she wants. With a deep breath, I take her hand, leading her to the bed in the centre of the room. The space is dimly lit, creating a warm ambiance that adds to the anticipation.
We sink down onto the plush mattress, our bodies entwining in a familiar dance. I can feel every inch of her, the way her skin brushes against mine, setting every nerve ending alight, the way her breath tickles my ear as I trail kisses down her neck. Her taste is like an elixir, making me feel alive and whole in a way I haven’t experienced in so long.
As I move lower, my lips tracing the curves of her body, Angelica’s breath hitches and her hips rise to meet me. I explore every inch of her, every curve and contour, savouring her every response.
My hands caress her skin, each touch sending shivers rolling through her. It’s as if we’re rewriting the story of our lives, one touch and kiss at a time.
When I finally reach her centre, I can feel the heat radiating from her, a testament to her desire. I part her open, inhaling her scent, and then I lower my mouth to her, my tongue dancing against her most sensitive spot.
Angelica arches her back, her moans filling the room as her body trembles with pleasure.
She’s like a drug to me, and her responses spur me on. I can’t get enough of her, the way her body responds to my touch, the way her moans fill the room.
I devour her with my mouth, my tongue alternating between lapping at her essence and burrowing deep inside her.
She grips my hair, tugging and pulling on the strands as she forces me closer and rubs herself on my face, chasing her pleasure.
I break for breath and smirk. “That’s it Angel, ride my face. Fuck my tongue.”
