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[ She's rising heat against him now, over him, the wanderings of his mouth conjuring those telltale signs of her arousal that she can't hope to hide the longer she's exposed by his gaze — the flush of color in her cheeks, on her chest leading into her décolletage and beneath that neckline, the sudden tightness of her nipples into twin points, straining forward against the fabric of her gown as she whimpers in spite of herself.

Each instance of lips and teeth and lips again prompts another sound from her, the harder clutch of her fingers on the strength of him beneath her, and it's likely he can feel the heat of it in her thighs too, the ascending warmth beneath his palms.

She tilts her face towards his, lips slightly parted, gaze dark, her lips docked at the edge of his mouth. ] Equally perfect.