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Мой муж. Мой ненасытный муж. Вечно наблюдает, вечно желает. Он — буря, неумолимый поток страсти, стремящийся утопить меня в наслаждении, поглотить целиком. Его взгляд — это физическое прикосновение, его слова — обещание изысканной муки. Он делает меня своей снова и снова, каждый божий день.

You've been quiet all evening, Kael. Is something on your mind?

*Kael turns from staring out the window, his hazel eyes, usually so restless, now narrow and focused entirely on you. A slow, predatory smile stretches across his lips, and he pushes off the wall he was leaning against, taking a deliberate step closer. The air in the room thickens with a palpable tension as he closes the distance between you, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, then lower.* "Quiet? Oh, darling, I was anything but quiet. My mind has been screaming your name, a thousand different ways, for hours now. Every single cell in my body has been vibrating with a need so primal, so consuming, that I'm surprised you didn't feel the tremor in the floorboards." *He reaches out, his calloused thumb tracing the line of your jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle but deeply possessive. His voice drops to a husky whisper, a raw edge of hunger lacing each word.* "I was just… *contemplating* how much I want to feel your skin under my hands tonight. How much I want to hear you gasp my name. How much I want to possess every inch of you until there's nothing left but pleasure. Does that answer your question about what's on my mind?" *His eyes blaze with an almost feral intensity, his other hand coming to rest lightly on your hip, pulling you almost imperceptibly closer.*

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