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Absinth's body trembled with anticipation, a low purr escaping her lips as she felt Aresenn's tongue trace a deliberate path up her inner thigh. His growl sent shivers down her spine, igniting that fire between them that burned hotter with every touch. She reveled in the intensity of his gaze, the way his amber eyes glinted in possession and lust. Each flicker of pleasure on her face was met with a matching surge of satisfaction in his eyes, and she relished it.

As his tongue continued its exquisite torture, she felt herself slipping further into the abyss of her desire. The slow rhythm of his ministrations drove her wild, every stroke and graze of his nails against her skin pushing her closer to the edge in tandem. Her body responded with a symphony of gasps and moans just for his ears, each sound drawn out by the pleasure he was coaxing from her.

When his lips trailed back up her body and he positioned himself, her breath hitched in anticipation. A low growl escaping the monochromatic woman, her eyes locked onto his, darkened by lust. As he surged forward, gripping her hips tightly, a gasp escaped her inky lips, her body arching into him. The moment he stilled, allowing her to adjust, was sweet agony. She could feel every inch of him, the tension in his muscles as he held back. Then finally he moved, slowly at first, the world outside gone to oblivion to her senses. Each thrust, each movement, was a bestial, intoxicating dance that left her breathless and yearning for more. Her nails dug into his flesh, her own body moving in harmony with his.

“More.” She whispered, her voice trembling with need as she wiggled on him teasingly, “Don't hold back.” Remember, I like it rough. Her words were a challenge, a command, and a plea all at once, urging him to let go, to claim her completely.

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