They both groaned at the sensation, and when Malcolm began to move, to wring pleasure from her most secret places, she was unable to keep her eyes open. He stopped. “No.” She opened her eyes. Fairly begged. “Mal.” “I’ll give you everything you want, love. But you give me what I want.” He moved again, and she lifted toward him. “Yes.” “You keep your eyes open,” he said. “I want to watch. I want a new memory.” He was close enough that she could feel his words on her, where she was open and aching. She wasn’t even certain that there was sound to match sensation, but she understood him
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