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Dhiate's dark tipped ears pricked forward at her giggle and a soft smile flitted across his face for a second, no more. Gone as soon as her hand touched him. His chest lifted up and then fell raggedly as he felt himself grow warm again.
At her touch, he became a marionette, she the puppeteer. His back arched gently, pressed his body against hers. He lifted his hands from their comfortable position of being slung around her waist loosely. He ran his arm around her waist and pressed her close, his free hand splayed across her shoulders. He gently inserted himself again and began again.
He thrusted forward, a little roughly, too tired to play the shy gentleman. Dhiate pressed their curves together in a way that made them seem as if puzzle pieces ment to fit together, yet he longed to throw her away. She was beautiful and hideous at the same time. Intriguing and repulsive. Love and hate. Why did she do this to him? His breathing grew heavier but he plunged in deeper to reach that spot as he'd done before. He had to keep going, never give up no matter... How... Wrong.
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