“rather than pulling it off, he brought his lips to the edge of the long glove, all the way above her elbow, and kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her arm. "Also softer than silk," he murmured.
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He tugged at the glove, allowing it to slide off her arm with agonizing slowness, his lips following its progress until they reached the Inside of her elbow.”
FERAL. I AM FERAL FOR BENEDICT
— Jan 26, 2026 04:31PM
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