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R-18, and you know the rest.
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As much as Andre tried to push aside his thoughts while he readied for bed, they would not leave him alone. The memory of Mielle's lips on his, her heated breath on his cheek as they parted, was haunting him every minute that ticked by.
Sleep was useless. Andre could not believe how aroused he was. It was so bad that it had become painful; He knew how to solve it, but he would rather have her—Mielle, with him, giving his body release with hers.
The words she spoke earlier, before they were so rudely interrupted by Tobias, kept rattling in his ears.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
The issue was they were yet to be married, and he was old-fashioned and a gentleman, not wanting to impose himself on her.
"UGH!!"
He groaned as his member throbbed painfully, his body refusing to simmer down and begging him for relief.
