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She rolls with him as he falls to the side, a soft, disappointed sound in the back of her throat as the kiss breaks.
She moulds herself along his side, her head tucked under his chin, her lips painting his shoulder with tiny, soft kisses, her thigh draped over his.
"Lyonya."
The word is quiet, and still, rich with emotion.
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She moulds herself along his side, her head tucked under his chin, her lips painting his shoulder with tiny, soft kisses, her thigh draped over his.
"Lyonya."
The word is quiet, and still, rich with emotion.