[She watches him through her lashes, her gaze momentarily moving down to see his finger running over the lace before she meets his eyes again, her chest rising in a slow, steadying inhale.]
Yes, please...
[Her voice is quiet, breathless to mask the light tremble within it, the anticipation already too much for her.]
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Yes, please...
[Her voice is quiet, breathless to mask the light tremble within it, the anticipation already too much for her.]