She shivered when he kissed her navel. Moaned when he traced the curve of her ribs with his thumbs. Her breasts heaved beneath the remaining fabric, and he freed them with hands that shook slightly, with reverence that warred with hunger.Her nipple tightened against his tongue before he even closed his lips around it. Victoria cried out, her back bowing, her hands finding his hair and holding him there with desperate strength. He sucked, he laved, he grazed his teeth over the sensitive flesh until she was writhing beneath him, her hips lifting off the bed in search of friction he no longer provided."Please," she chanted, the word losing meaning through repetition. "Please, Cavill. please—"He descended. The scent of her hit him first—rich, musky, unmistakably aroused despite her unconscious state. Her thighs parted readily for him, her knees drawing up, her hands releasing his hair to clutch at the sheets instead. The lace of her undergarments was damp where they clung to her, and
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