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his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, his breath.
He kissed her until there was no breath left in her. He played with her hair...
Her toes curled into the sheets as he dragged his open mouth down her neck and to the valley between her breasts.
Need knotted at her nipples as he cupped her breasts reverently, kneaded them, lifted them to his mouth. She bit her lip, scrunched the silky sheets with her fingers, bucked against his grip. “Nate, please let me touch you, let me move or—”
“No.”
“What do you mean no?” she cried.
He rose above her like a dark god, intent on pulling her under, every inch of his face carved from stone. His icy blue eyes wide, he was panting too. And Riya realized what tremendous control he was exercising, how tightly reined in his desire was. How, even being in the moment, he wasn’t truly with her.
But before the thought could take root, he licked her nipple and she lost all coherence again.
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