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Quivering, holding her there, he leaned down, his mouth hovering just above hers, their eyes locked. Elreth's were wide, fascinated, and touch nervous.
"Trust me," he rasped.
"I do."
He smiled and tilted his head to kiss her, turning so his mouth took hers at a right angle and he could sweep the flat of his tongue against hers.
She whimpered and pulled against the grip he had on her hands, but instead he tightened his hold and with a silent prayer to the Creator for control, he lifted her hip in the same moment he entered her in one long, slow slide, both of them barely breathing as he pulled all the way out, then pushed back in again, so slowly.
