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“Her actions were instinctive—her hands reaching up to run feverishly over his stiffly held shoulders, then up his corded neck towards his suddenly taut face muscles. His mouth gasped open when she began to trace his lips boldly with her fingers. She didn’t hesitate, daringly inserting them into his mouth, sliding them back and forth along his wet tongue in an echo of what his body was doing inside hers.
‘Ethan,� she moaned in her mad passion for him. ‘Oh, Ethan…�
He froze for a second, then shuddered violently, a raw, animal sound punched from his lungs.”
― Miranda Lee, Rendezvous with Revenge