He was cherishing her—adoring her with his tongue—kissing the center of her like it was the most precious thing he’d ever tasted. “Leo,” she cried as his fingers joined his tongue. His response was wordless, yet Tem understood what he was telling her with every stroke—she heard his message in every moment that he lost himself inside her. He loved her. Tem was approaching the edge. It was inevitable; she couldn’t resist if she tried. She threaded her fingers into his hair, holding his head between her legs. She felt no shame—this was everything they were always meant to do—this was the way they
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