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Dhiate almost sighed in relief at her cry, for he knew its sound. It sounded just as his had that night. That night he became what he was now. He didn't regret it, not one bit, but he'd make sure that Hadley would. There was no way he'd let that man live without knowing what he had done.
Dhiate plunged harder, trying to hit that spot again, or perhaps find another. Her rock hard muscles were coiled tightly under his dainty arms. He almost envied them for he knew that if he had those abs, he wouldn't look nearly so feminine. Dhiate stroked those dense muscles that made her golden fur ripple.
She still seemed to be having trouble, and Dhiate still didn't know what it was about. He felt her hands tightened against him when she balked them into fists and he gently kissed her cheek. He didn't want her to feel so troubled. He wanted her to relax.
Dhiate pushed himself farther than he'd ever gone hoping that in some way it'd set her at ease. He gripped her tightly as she moaned and kissed his face. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, already beginning to wheeze, but he still had a lot left in him. He kept going in, aiming for sweet spots, hitting some, missing more, but still going. He would do this for his beautiful mistress.
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