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Tunsul Leaves
It was the feel of his lips on her throat that awoke her. She tried to roll over, only to find her body trapped between his and the pillows beneath her.
“Yul?”
“You taste...so good,” he murmured against her bared skin. He reached down and pulled her tunic up above her breasts. Released from the dried warmth of the material, her n*****s hardened in the cooler air. Yulen dipped his head and placed his mouth over one pale pink bud.
Atty had no idea how long she’d been asleep, or what time it was now. All she could feel was the wonderfully familiar sensation of his velvet-rough tongue on her skin as it raised goose bumps in its wake. One hand had dipped between her legs and was pressing knuckles against the fabric
