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####Her breath hitched as his hand cupped her breast, so sensitive she was to his touch. Haven was the only one to have ever touched her so tenderly, and she was able to feel it so much more now that she was not under the influence of alcohol. Even now, with only a kiss and this so far, Princess knew that this was going to be so much better than the first time. The initial pain of their first encounter was also unlikely to return, a very happy thought. Without her thoughts being as clouded as they had been on their first night, the pain might not have been something that she could handle. She knew that Haven would not want to hurt her, though, so she would not have been concerned. He was so intent on making her feel good that Princess knew that he could never hurt her. It made her feel so important and so cared for to know that he was being so careful with her, knowing that he would never hurt her. She knew nothing of his only past encounter before her, and she did not know what had happened to him then and if that might be why he was so careful with her. Eventually, she might want to know more about anything he had done before, but the thought did not even cross her mind then. It was unimportant, and all that mattered was Princess, Haven, and the bond that they were forming and sharing.
####Stopping now had never even crossed her mind, so his unknown worries had no foundation. She wanted this as much as he did, and she realized that it may have been an underlying part of why she had been so excited to come to his house in his pack’s territory. It was obvious that they were becoming closer, as she had told him her secrets and he had shared his with her, and it may have been the reason that she had chosen to bring her dress of translucent black material. Moaning softly, Princess smiled, her lips still pressed against his. Soon, she would need to remove her dress, the desire to be naked as he was growing stronger. The rain had proved to be useful, in that respect. If it had not been raining, then their clothes would not have gotten soaked, and she would have had no reason to change and he would still be wearing his jean shorts and possibly his jacket. The briefly awkward moment may not have happened, and they may have been still sitting on the couch, in that case. She ran her hands down his back, nails raking his fur gently, hands settling on either side of his tail, squeezing his butt gently, instinctively. She wanted him to feel good, too, and from the parts of his body pressing against her, she could only assume that he was feeling in a similar way to her. Their last encounter had been drunken fumbling, but this was so much slower, fingers teasing, her heart racing.
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