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... grabbed fistfuls of my hair. The sounds she made were fucking illegal in three states.
I didn’t care.
I was too busy cataloging every detail. The way her hips rolled against my face. The way her breathing hitched when I found that particular spot with my tongue. The way she tasted like salt and something sweet and completely addictive.
Bronze-tier essence or not, Belle was responsive as hell.
I pulled back just enough to speak. "You’re soaking my face."
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