She gave a drowsy moan and arched her back to deepen the contact. Strong, callused hands slid around her body to cup her breasts and knead gently. “Good morning.” Luc’s raspy morning voice rumbled against her ear, the vibrations traveling all the way down to where their bodies were linked and making her contract around him in pleasure. “Mm.” It was the only answer she could manage. Instead of struggling to speak, she reached up behind her and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling the long strands forward until they blanketed both of them, covering them in a thick, silken sheet that smelled of woodland and spice and strong, vibrant male. She heard Luc’s purr, and his hands shifted. One continued to cup her breast, teasing her nipples alternately with soft caresses and gentle pinches. The other hand slid down her torso, over her ribs, and down to rest on her belly. His fingers spread wide, spanning the space between her hip bones and pressing her back against him as he began to move his hips in a deep, lazy rhythm.
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