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With a rough touch, he rubbed his hand down her stomach and straight down to rub her entire sex in his hand. A jolt rammed through her when his fingers slid effortlessly over her clit, making her cry out. he touched her as though he knew her body better than she herself did. this feeling he was stirring up in between her legs brought life to the ones she fantasized about while reading all the fiction she found in the Palace library. Suddenly an inkling of regret was flooded by lust in contrast to his ministrations.
He was not about to allow her to go at single second without leisure. He was enjoying her wounds and screams far too much. The way she was writhing under him, delicate feminine skin brushing against his skin ever so often, had his patience dwindling.
He could not believe it, but the touch of a mate was much more alluring.
