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... un-performed groan of a man who had committed to something and was watching it through.
The warmth.
The specific warmth that was his — but different. More volume. The spreading, continuous, warm flood of it inside her that was ’more’ than she had felt before, the warmth with a different quality, spreading through her and filling every space the space had.
She felt his hands.
Both of them, finding her breasts. Not gentle. The full, closed-fist grip of both breasts ...
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