He looked into her eyes. He had been part of the frustration. Illya swallowed hard, speaking of frustration, "Could we talk later and make love now?" he smiled, teasing her nipples through the soft material of the camisole again. Teasing them to little peaks. "I am aching for you."
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Date: 2016-04-18 03:32 am (UTC)