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ELEANOR POV I feel Banks’s hot mouth on my breast before I am fully conscious. My brain insists it is a dream. My body knows better, there is a track record now, a pattern I have filed away, and this is not a dream. He rolls his tongue around my n****e and I moan, low and involuntary. My eyes flutter open. He looks up at me from where he is, one hand full of my breast, his teeth grazing the n****e with a precision that suggests he knows exactly what he is doing and has been doing it for some time. “Mast..." I grunt, blinking into full wakefulness. The moment I come completely awake, he stops. Stands up. Runs his fingers through his hair once. Steps out of the room without a word or a backward look. I lie there in the cold air his mouth left behind and file that information carefull
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