[The warm close press of her body--bare skin against bare skin--slick and damp already--her fingers, twisting in his hair--he twists against the kiss, opening his mouth to hers, a little, and his fingers find her nipple and twist at it as well--a little cruelly, but just for the right sort of pain, the sort that will make her gasp, again, press even closer--because he needs her to be closer, right now, he needs her, and he puts that into the force of this kiss, the hunger of it--]
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