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Nora

Rhys left my breast with a pop sound. Then he traced a line of kisses down my navel. The heat inside my body coiled tighter.

He brought his nose between my legs and said, “You smell delicious. I want to taste you.”

“N-no,” I whimpered, because I didn’t know if I would be able to stop after that.

He rumbled a protest. Then he pulled my pajama down, leaving me in my thongs. He stood and without