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... ic of her jacket straining with each rise and fall of her chest.
Her thighs pressed together unconsciously, but his hand wedged between them, prying them apart bit by bit with gentle insistence, the heat building between them like a slow-burning fire.
"Why stop," Lor murmured, his lips brushing her flushed cheek, the stubble on his jaw grazing her soft skin, "when it’s the truth?"
Her body was trembling fully now, her voice reduced to a whisper, thick with need. "...You’r ...
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