Murder by Misrule

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  Clara woke to see daylight streaming through her window. She sighed and stretched, deliberately rubbing the length of her body against Tom's. That woke him, barely. He murmured something in her ear, tickling her with his warm breath and short beard, sending shivers of pleasure racing across her skin. She giggled and he wrapped his arms around her, loving her with strength and tenderness. And then again.

  He's too young for me. He feathered kisses lightly across her face, her neck, her breasts, and her belly. He's too high above me. He captured her lips and warmed her to the core with a deep kiss. She stopped worrying about the future for a few delicious minutes more.