A shiver.
A delicious, electric, thrilling shiver.
An ice hot sensation rushing from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine.
It hurries to her throat and steals her breath.
It colours her skin with a sudden, rosy, tell-tale blush.
It hardens her nipples as if touched by a kiss
It dances wild across her belly and hips.
It makes her gasp as it tugs at her thighs
It penetrates her sex.
A shiver
Running down her spine
Coming from him.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Yanjun Cheng
A post from six years ago. Yet hopefully it resonates.
