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... ead fall back, eyes squeezed shut as she stroked him once, twice, slow and deliberate, learning the thick, velvet heat of him, the way he pulsed in her grip.
"Sophie," he rasped, the word torn out of him like it hurt.
She answered by tightening her fingers and sliding them up to the tip, spreading the bead of moisture there in a slow circle. His hips jerked, his hands clamped down on her thighs hard enough to leave marks she already wanted to keep.
He surged up suddenly, ...
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