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... heat building under his skin.
He pressed his hands down onto her back.
’Alright, focus. Seven moans. Just seven. Don’t overdo it. Yet.’
Lyra bit her lip. His touch was too smooth, too practiced.
Her muscles twitched under his palms like they were betraying her one by one.
’It’s just massage. Just recovery. Breathe, dammit!’
He dragged his hands down her back, thumbs tracing the line of her spine. She shuddered.
’One. That counted. That’s o ...
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