[ He isn't the only one making sounds, a softer one escapes her lips as he groans against her skin, his mouth leaving a trail of heated skin in its wake. Her eyes flutter shut as he uses his teeth, her hips arching back against his to encourage both that and the way he touches her nipple.
And when his hand comes dangerously close to where she'd like more attention, she draws in a sharper breath.] More. I want more.
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And when his hand comes dangerously close to where she'd like more attention, she draws in a sharper breath.] More. I want more.