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This was his favorite part: the slow unraveling, the control of being the seducer, the power of mapping every sigh.

And I wasn't complaining. 

Because he was so damn good at it. 

I wanted to close my eyes, let my head fall back, lose myself in the heat of his tongue tracing patterns across my skin, moving lower, but teasing, too slow.

Too much and not quite enough.

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