[ Her heart stills as he projects more than what he saw, but how he saw it. That he thinks of her as perfect is overwhelming, but in a good way. She has to fight back tears for a moment, and it's good that he's kissing his way down her chest now because it distracts her with entirely different sensations. His breath across her skin makes her sigh and each kiss somehow seems to send waves across her skin, heat pooling in her abdomen.
She allows her head to fall back against the pillows and her eyes to close as his mouth moves to the curve of her breast, her hands sliding over his shoulders, fingertips digging into muscles each time he did something she liked. ]
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She allows her head to fall back against the pillows and her eyes to close as his mouth moves to the curve of her breast, her hands sliding over his shoulders, fingertips digging into muscles each time he did something she liked. ]