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####Nothing could compete with the way that she felt now that his fingers were moving with more earnest, and she sighed dreamily, lost in the moment. Her own fingers, pleased with the positive reaction from Haven’s body, moved with more intensity now, the strength of her touch growing as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking with mild uncertainty. She had never done this before, not even during their first time together. It was even more foreign territory than simply being with him was, and if she had not been feeling so elated by his touch already, her nerves would have become more prominent once more. She was burning with desire, as if a fever had taken over her body and the only cure was him. His kisses felt amazing as they travelled down, away from her mouth, and she pouted briefly from the lack of contact before allowing herself to enjoy the other kisses more. Her eyes drifted closed at the sensation of his lips on her skin, her breathing shallow in response to the way his fingers were moving.
####It was important to her that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but Princess had no doubt that this was the case. Her free hand, still resting beside the base of his tail, moved up again, nails tracing faint lines in his fur, while the hand holding him continued to move, her pace faster than it had been when she had first ventured so far as she had in her touches. Moving her hips upward, Princess groaned, moaning her Knight’s name quietly. She could not get enough of his touches, and she wanted more. . . She needed more. Princess did not want him to ever stop touching her, but she also wanted more, wanted to have him in the way she had on their first night together. All with due time, she reminded herself, falling back into her ecstasy, grinding her hips into his hand, craving more from his fingers.
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