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(NITI’S P.O.V.)
Again, Xander glimmered with something like gratitude by my sullen response. He raised my arms so that he could remove the shirt entirely from me, though ceasing our passionate kisses for that moment produced a pang of something like loneliness in him. It was clear from his hurt expression. But it also allowed him to enjoy with his eyes the curves of my breasts and waist. Regardless, his lips came back to mine in strong magnetic fashion at the first opportunity.
At some stage of that process, my hands had begun the same path as his, and that whole process was mirrored by me helping him pull my shirt over my head. I didn’t want to but I didn’t wish to get beaten. The surge of pleasure, joy somehow steppe
