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His mouth moved lower, changing from nuzzling her neck to nipping downward until he reached one of her breasts. He drew it to him and sucked on the plump, unscarred nipple, making her moan and writhe. His other hand lifted to cup her left breast, tugging very lightly at the overly sensitive nipple and in opposition to the rhythm his mouth set. It was maddening but exciting, and she shifted restlessly under him as he worshiped her breasts. When his mouth went lower, she held her breath, feeling just a hint of anxiety at allowing him in such an intimate place when he was more shifter than human tonight, but she quelled any tension at the thought when he started licking her.

He wasn’t at all gentle. He was rough and frantic, swiping her with his tongue so quickly it almost seemed like he couldn’t get enough and was afraid someone would take away his treat before he finished. She almost laughed at the idea, but she was incapable of sustaining amusement for long, so consumed by emotions