“This,” Rose breathed as he pushed against her arse while he ground down against her, making her moan. She pressed her head back into the mattress, arching her neck, baring her throat to him to keep his kisses coming. “Making all of your naughty ideas real,” she purred, her fingers tightening around Rolf’s. For all the time they had spent, in various positions, doing everything in their power to get as close to the other and share as much pleasure as absolutely possible, nothing felt as intimate as the way he would hold her hand or the way he would look into her eyes. “Mine, too.”
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