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“Shh, kitten,�� he whispered in English once more, nuzzling her temple, mouth open and hot against her ear. “Trust me.�� His palms curved beneath her breasts, lifting them as his blunt fingertips tweaked her nipples expertly enough to have slickness gathering between her clenched thighs. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever touched. Une ange, bébé.�� He
groaned quietly as he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Je t’adore,�� he muttered, thrusting against her backside.”
― Edie Harris, The Corrupt Comte

“Her hands clutched at his upper arms.
“Y-you make me feel…��
He glanced up at her, saw the way she was biting her lower lip and the tortured frown between her closed eyes. “What do I make you feel, honey?�� he prompted in a low voice, unable to look away from her beautiful face, and he rubbed the heel of his palm against the hard bud of her clitoris.
Her body went wire taut, arching like a hunter’s bow as she gasped for him.
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She nodded vehemently as she lifted her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers.
“Insane. P-positively mad.�� She opened bleary, lust-hazed eyes to spear him with vibrant blue. “What are you doing to me?��
He captured her mouth in a heavy, drugging kiss, using his free hand to undo the placket of his trousers. “Loving you,�� he whispered against her lips. He stroked his fingers inside her, shuddering along with her as she clenched once, tellingly, around him.
“Just loving you, Moira.”
― Edie Harris, Wild Burn