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She is softer than the coming dawn when she presses her mouth to the hollow of his throat and breathes.
“Are you awake?” she whispers, light as cotton. “I had a dream.”
He finds her hips in the tangle of blankets and anchors himself there. She is alive and warm and smells of stars that haven’t altogether faded.
“What kind of dream?”
Her lips curl. He can feel them.
“A good dream.”
Her spine is miles-long beneath his palm. She arches, cat-like, touching him everywhere at once.
“Tell me.”
“No.” Her words are barely more than air. He wants to fill his lungs on them. “I’d rather show you.”
Her thighs part like the sea. She is deeper than every ocean. Her pelvis greets his in a slow, wet grind, and she is tidal. Total. He aches to be marooned.