"I know it's late," he continued, dropping a wet kiss to the rise of my breast against the collar of my dress. "I know I've left you here at odd ends for days." Another kiss, a lick of his tongue into the tight crush of my cleavage. "Believe me, it's not what I'd hoped for. I planned to spend the days leading up to the rut…well, however you wished. But as much of them in bed with you as you'd grant me." My eyes squeezed shut, a strange dip and soar rattling inside me at his words, like we were in flight. His hands were sliding up under my bottom, fingertips inching closer to the soft insides,
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