Lovers/Friends Series
When Once We Loved
By Pagan Twylight
“Marisa, it has been so long,” Dominic whispered, rubbing her rhythmically, suckling, nipping, building their desire.
“I am sorry we were delayed. This mission was too long,” she sighed.
Naked upon the bed, she writhed beneath him, his eyes flared, the symbiote trading places with his host.
Moving between her legs, he lapped the honey there, and watched her eyes flare, allowing his other lover control.
He teased and tormented, laving, kissing, driving her desire, and his own, ever higher.
“Lantash, please,” she moaned; now begging for release.
“Come for me.” Lantash moaned to her, “Now, my Beloved Malek, now.”
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