God, you’re beautiful,” he growled while his cock throbbed with need.	“Ye keep telling me that and ye’ll have me believing it,” she said with the sexiest, most breathless voice he’d ever heard.	His fingers sank into her supple flesh. Her breasts were so full, so pliable, he craved to have his mouth on them, craved to suckle her nipples and listen to every soft moan. “You’d best believe me, because whenever you’re near, I feel like a caveman.”	“A wild beast?”	He nearly roared. “The wildest imaginable.
Amy Jarecki, The Time Traveler's Christmas
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