Page 111 of The Doctor's Destiny


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His hands hold my hips firm.

His hot breath dances along my jaw.

I close my eyes and breathe him in.

The doctor pushes against me even more. His strength is devastating. I moan again.

His kisses turn more and more aggressive until he’s practically ravishing me - nipping at my neck with his teeth. I can’t help but let out a delighted shriek.

I’m loving this. I’m loving being treated like this... like an object of desire.

And I amallthat August desires.

“Get in my bed,” he growls, nodding towards his massive mattress.

“Make me,” I growl back playfully.

“Oh,” August replies. “You’re going to attempt that game?”

“Yep.”

“I will make you,” he warns.

“Try me,” I retort.

And, suddenly, the man lifts me and swings me around, dropping me on his bed. It’s all done in one movement – so goddamn easy for him, and so surprising for me.

“Oh, you did make me,” I squeal in shock and glee.

The doctor stands over the bed, grinning like a quarterback who’s just scored the winning touchdown.

“I told you I would.”

I lift up my arms for him invitingly.

“Well, you did, so come claim your prize,” I purr.

“I will,” he replies. “But I’m going to take my time and savor you slowly.”

The doctor leans down and strokes the inside of my thigh.

I grip the bedsheets and moan loudly.

The doctor gradually makes his way up my leg, his hand massaging as he goes. Heat runs up my body from his touch. I moan again and close my eyes, my head sinking into August’s soft mattress.

And then his lips touch my skin.

And I go wild.

And now he’s truly making his way up my inner thigh and toward my sex.

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly, my hands gripping the sheets even tighter.

“Savoring you, Emma.”

“Please keep doing it, August.”

“I’m not planning on stopping,” he whispers as his kisses move ever closer.

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