Suddenly, she sat up, shifting onto all fours and crawling closer. “Fuck me, temptress,” he growled. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Looking,” she said again. She came to the end of the bed, reaching out and tugging him closer by the waist of his pants as she sat up on her knees. Her eyes darted over his shoulder, and he suddenly realized what she was studying so hard. “You can touch them,” he said, his stomach sinking in when her fingers glided along the ridges of his abdomen. Her eyes widened. “What?” He gently took her wrist, bringing one wing around them. Guiding her hand, he said, “You
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