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65. Change Of Plans

Penulis: Erika Lana Bell
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-31 11:41:53

Hale’s pov.

Her mouth is still on mine when I guide her back onto the bed. She doesn’t resist, her body melting under me, limbs loose and compliant, her breath already shallow.

The need in her is as sharp as it is in me.

I slide my hand beneath her thighs, spreading them open. She makes a soft sound, half-moan, half-breath, her eyes fluttering as I lean down and kiss my way lower. I take my time with her. I drag my mouth across her chest, suck and nibble at her nipples until she squirms, then keep going, trailing down the soft line of her stomach, leaving nothing untouched.

She trembles as I settle between her legs.

Her fingers dive into my hair, her fingers curlimg around the strands and starts pulling.

The moment my mouth closes around the sensitive bud between her legs, her body jolts.

I lick her slow at first—deep, steady strokes of my tongue, savoring every reaction. Her breath comes fast. Her hips start to move. She tries to stay still, tries to keep quiet, but I know how to p
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