"Right here?" He echoed, smirking faintly as he met her rolling hips with his own, keeping them pressed flush together.
Letting his hand slide away from her face, he traced the slope of her neck, down the hollow of her throat, his palm stopping to rest over her beating heart.
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Letting his hand slide away from her face, he traced the slope of her neck, down the hollow of her throat, his palm stopping to rest over her beating heart.