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/Faded Romantic
Art by Yanjun Cheng
A post from eight years ago. Yet hopefully it resonates.
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