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His laughter was intoxicating, almost more so than the alcohol swimming in her brain. It was hard to contain her giggles in response, so freely falling from her lips as he spoke. For a moment, Princess realized just how warm it was in the room, whether it be from the fire or from the electricty passing between them. It was a new feeling for her, just like the butterflies, but it was not unwelcome. Half closing her eyes, she studied her companion for a moment, her expression best described as saucy. "Does that mean you want to see me again?"
As his palm rested on her cheek, his lips pressed against her own, Princess could not suppress the small moan from passing her lips, her heart rate jumping to excessively dangerous levels. She leaned back slightly onto the bed, holding herself up with shaking arms, parting her lips slightly, to give him better access to her body and mouth. Reaching up, she snaked her hand into his lovely hair, weaving her fingers into it firmly and tugging, just a little. His mouth seemed so much more experienced than hers, and all she could do was let him lead the way into the whirlwind of heavy feelings. She pulled back, inhaling heavily, arching her body up into his. "I need this, Haven," she murmured, pushing her muzzle into the crook of his neck and shoulder, licking and nibbling the sensitive flesh there with fervor.
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