With the tightness of the knot came darkness: her breathing, ragged; her mind, wandering aimlessly.
She shivered from the cold against her neck followed by the warmth of a tongue as it followed the melting water that pooled in her clavicular well.
The chaotic ice-cold rivulets twisted and danced around goosebumps that erupted over her skin before rushing to drip from the swell of her breasts.
Her nipples froze from the dwindling, shape-shifting solid on its journey south.
A tongue collected the meltwater that dripped from her nipple, swallowing, before the searing heat of lips sucked on it.
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