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A primal sound rose - admittedly, it was quiet - from her throat, a mixture of pleasure and pure animalistic nature. Completely inexperienced as she was, Princess was being guided purely by instinct and what her body was telling her she needed. And right now, her body was screaming that it needed him. It was as if she had never needed anything more in her life, and everything up to that point was completely unimportant now. His mouth exploring hers had significantly dented the size of her world, and now all that mattered in life was him, and her, and that moment. Reaching down, Princess trailed her nails down his side slowly, tracing faint circles along with contours of his body once his jacket had been removed. All she could do was moan in appreciation at the sight and feel of his body. Very nice, indeed.
She fumbled with the button on his jeans, tugging at it heatedly until it came free from its hold and the zipper could easily be undone. Too much time spent on his pants would not be very fitting, and really, all she wanted to do was take them off of his very lovely body. Tugging them down a little over his hips, Princess grew frustrated and left them there, for the moment, annoyed that they had not come off as easily as her own clothing would. Dresses were much easier, she knew, so she lifted her arms out of the sleeves of her dress, pushing it down to her waist and pulling herself closer to Haven again, bringing her lips to meet his once more. Her tongue pushed its way past his lips running along the front of his teeth teasingly. Nothing she had ever tasted before had been so amazing. Her hands fell to his hips again, lingering there momentarily before trailing toward the front of him, gentle rubbing through the fabric of his jeans, the lightest dance of fingertips that rivaled the heat flowing through her body. There was no need to rush it.
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