"I want to make you come." Wesley's accent was smoother when he lowered his voice, the words polished. "Repeatedly, until you think there's nothing left. Until it's not just about pleasure anymore." His hands continued to stroke and fondle, loving the feel of Spike in his grip.
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Date: 2004-07-19 05:50 pm (UTC)