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FANTASY © Davina Stone
When he kissed me I knew.
The way he tilted my chin between thumb and forefinger, the glitter of his eyes behind the mask.
My breath hitched as his lips hovered then gently prised mine apart. His tongue stroked the length of mine
Desire shot through me.
I let him. I opened. The walls disintegrated. I surrendered to the game.
The club. The costumes. The hidden identities. One almighty fantasy.
He groaned, pulled me against him, hard as rock against my belly.
Did he remember?
That five years ago I was his wife?