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FORTY-NINE

He was completely aware of the feel of her skin against his. Of her breath, warm and ragged against his throat as she pulled him with her.

It seemed she had no destination in particular in mind—a bed, a chair, a wall—simply any surface that might serve their purpose just now. As they stumbled blindly across the floor, Antonin trailed his fingers upward over her sides, reveling in the way she shivered beneath the weight of his hands.

He cupped her jaw, lifting her lips to his for a kiss, soft yet hungry. Lingering. Stealing her breath.

Somehow, he was still surprised when she bumped a table and halted. When she laughed against his mouth, light and airy.

When he felt her hand finally slip lower still…

Slipping into his small clothes…

Circling him in a grasp firm but delicate, forcing him to draw in a breath, sharp and trembling.

Stroking over him, her motions long, slow and teasing.

… As though he could get any harder than he already was.