Black_Widow_ 30 Jul 2018 Passionate Sin His lips brushed effortlessly across her earHot molten breathScorched her inner desire The flaming trail his lips leftUp and down her neck Seared into her flesh He teased and taunted her Until she was a wanton mess of desireTotally engulfed in his passion His touch made her yearnPant and beg A feeling of ecstatic helplessness The want became an aching needUnbridled and wildSo strong it consumed her very being Her pass...