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Carefully, but confidently, Thea pushed him with her hand to the very edge of the bed and as soon as he felt the softness of the mattress under him, he allowed his back to touch this softness.
She towered over him, standing between his legs spread apart, as if she were a goddess of seduction, and then the old images of what Raphael used to do to her began to appear in her head. And if she was still not experienced enough, then these images gave her clarity of what and how she had to do.
She bent down and her knees touched the edge of the bed one by one, crawling up to him like a wild cat while he tormented her bare breasts with his gaze, swaying from the smoothness of her movements.
He reached out to touch one of her peaks, but the subsequent blow to the palm of his hand made him hiss, but lie still while Thea's hands groped for the leather belt, pulling its tip out of the harness.
