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Thorne’s hand moved down in between my legs, caressing me and occasionally squeezing. The glints of mischief from his eyes were visible when he felt my dampness.

“You want me this much, baby.” His voice was teasing yet needy as well.

I firmly closed my eyes, enjoying the delicious sensation his palm was giving me.

His one hand fondled my breast. And I let out a soft moan of pleasure. I yearned for more, deeper, harsher. I wanted him to free my wilder side.

His tongue made circles over my breast and chest, and claimed my nipples one at a time. I wantonly groaned underneath him.

“Open your eyes,...