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Morgan didn’t just love Camilla. He treasured this woman with every fiber of his being. How someone such as her could exist, it seemed nigh impossible. Camilla was someone so gentle and soothing, yet fierce and unyielding when the situation for that arose...especially when it came to those she care about deeply. He still didn’t know how he was fortunate enough to be the one she cared for the most, but he would always enjoy being in the most favorable position he could conceive of.
Morgan didn’t just want Camilla. He needed her, as much as anyone could possibly need someone, or perhaps even beyond that. Body, mind, and soul, they all felt as though they could not go on any further if they were not united with his beloved...and surely he would not deny himself that, nor would she. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, not from embarrassment but from heat and desire burning deep within him.
He left kisses all over Camilla’s chest, hands exploring her exposed thighs and moving around to her rear, squeezing it softly. “Camilla, I’ve missed you and I need you so much...I can hardly bear it... please stay with me tonight and...let me make love to you...”















