Her head tips back and she reaches for him, one hand brushing against his cheek, reaching up to weave in his hair. Her breath comes ragged and shallow, and she's trembling with exertion. His mouth finds her skin sheened with sweat, and she gasps as the last few aftershocks take her by surprise.
She lets slip a low curse in her native tongue, a sound as deeply appreciative as it is vulgar.
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She lets slip a low curse in her native tongue, a sound as deeply appreciative as it is vulgar.