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... of his jaw, and her lips found his—not with the playful teasing of earlier, but with a slow, unhurried intent. Her mouth pressed softly at first, exploring, tasting, but the gentle brush quickly deepened. Her lips parted, and her tongue slipped forward, meeting his in a slow, languid dance that sent a warm shiver through him.
Mikhailis's hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her closer, but Cerys was already pressing against him, her fingers curling at the nape of his neck, thread ...
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