She closed her eyes and dropped her head back again, focused on the sensations he was creating. Her hands left the covers, and moved up her body, touching her breasts and her throat, and she moaned his name, her hips moving with him the closer she got. There was so teaching necessary here, not like with- but she wasn't thinking of the past, not when the present was making her gasp and cry out as Cathal's tongue tipped her over the edge, making her toes curl and her body tremble, tight as a bowstring. He drew it out too, and she crossed her arms over her face as she shuddered through it.
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