she was ready and knew by the look in his brown eyes that he had something special in store for her. her moans turned to sighs as he gently teased her. more nibbles here, another kiss there. her skin craved him and her body needed him. but his impatience was thinly veiled. just as quickly as he showered her with kisses, he grabbed her roughly by the waist and pulled her close. her dress long gone, had left her revealed in only the most intimate of ways. her breath caught in her throat as he whispered in her ear. "ma belle...mon amour." his voice touched her at the very core of her being and her heart swelled with emotion. her head dropped back as she lost herself to the sounds of the saxophone and the piano -- so sharp and so clear yet so perfectly intertwined, who would ever doubt that they were meant to be coupled. "nina...nina...", his voice trembling as he whispered her name over and over. she let herself be carried away on the wave of desire that he so expertly crafted. his hands continued their exploration. her nipples. her navel. and finally, the one spot that had been screaming for his attention. rough and gentle. gentle and rough. he let her know that she was as much his as he was hers. primal instincts took over as she bucked her hips, searching for the one thing that would completely satisfy her. she was ready to have him. she was ready to take him. she was ready for all of him.
by wynsters the tigress (inspired by Felicia's "amor noveau")
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