[ Her arms lift just enough so she can slide her hands into his hair, following the way he moves downward. The tickle of warm breath against her skin coaxes little goosebumps in its wake, and Ciri shivers, the low moan catching in her throat.
Her blunt nails press into his scalp. The small of her back arches, thighs squeezing around either side of his leg where she's still keeping him trapped. ]
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Her blunt nails press into his scalp. The small of her back arches, thighs squeezing around either side of his leg where she's still keeping him trapped. ]