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As the velvet of the dress pulled off her shoulder, her breasts sprang free of the low neckline, and the knight fastened his lips to first one n****e, and then the other.
Her moans were deep-throated, resonant with desire, as she pulled at his hair with long, white fingers.
“Take me,” she commanded, yanking his head back and looking at him with eyes clouded with l**t. “Take me now.”
“You’re a fool,” he growled, pushing himself to his feet, his hands never leaving off of fondling her breasts. The knight looked down at her moist lips, swollen from his rough kisses. He knew he could not resist. “You heard the horns as well as I. The hunting party will...”
“Then stop talking,” she ordered huskily, leaning forward and pulling at the laces that held his codpiece in place. “I’ve waited to
