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Cedric's words made Rebecca gush even more, her thighs growing wetter as he settled between them and pressed slow, lingering kisses along her thighs.
His touch was gentle and unhurried, yet it was almost torturous because every moment seemed to draw her deeper into the sensation.
Her lips trembled, her toes curled against the sheets, and her back arched as she tried to keep herself composed, but he was doing something to her that made it almost impossible.
It was not as though Rebecca had never known this feeling before, but it had been such a long time that she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be held intimately by a man this way, with his face buried between her thighs as though he were determined to worship every part of her.
