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River stirs awake to the covers shifting above her.
Vaguely, she feels Hadrius’ nose brush hers, his mouth a hair’s breadth away and slightly panting warmth against her own face. She scowls softly in her sleep only to falter at the faint sound of something stirring beneath the covers.
His long powerful leg is thrown over her hips, subtly pulling her pelvis closer but not completely. Though they are not touching, his body radiates heat like a freshly lit brick oven, and something touches her belly a moment later.
River opens one eye, only to lock with dark, heavy lidded ones that watch her.
Her expression is that of sleepy bemusement. It is not until Hadrius presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to her lips that she realizes what is happening. Even with her brain still captured in sleep’s webs, she knows exactly what is occurring beneath the sheets.
His teeth sink into her lower lip with a muffled, throaty growl as his hand pumps his cock beneath th
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Hadrius wanted to see her every expression above his own - the tightness to her jaw slackening as his warm mouth meets the soft flesh of her inner thigh in an open mouthed kiss. His tongue presses on her burning skin, tasting sweat, her scent and his own.Hadrius buries his nose into the delicate crevice of her inner thigh and moans in theatrical exaggeration. His hot tongue drags over the hollow of her leg, and the throbbing pulse of her femoral artery, then back down again. Each time he would edge higher, graze the soft trimmed dark curls, tentatively bite on her outer lips, then release and lick a path back down. Her pussy radiates heat like an inferno inches from his rough cheek, aching for his touch.River’s hands grip his roots, demurely steering him towards her crotch but he braces a large palm on her thigh, stopping her.“Patience,” the warlord chastises, mirthful eyes dancing up to meet her glowering ones. Her face is scarlet, the hood
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