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Gripping her hips in his hands, he looked up and found her eyes hot on him. “You like that?”

“Y-yes,” Daphne panted.

He did it again. He swiped his tongue up and down, and barely aware that he was probably bruising her hips where he held her, he ran his hands down and then up to hold the essence of her open to him. Her taste, her scent were a lure he couldn't deny, and he knew now that his craving