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It’s dizzying, the way he touches her.
His hand moves deftly over her body as if plucking the strings of a fine-tuned instrument, her skin raising with gooseflesh, tickled by the soft pads of his fingers. When he brushes the patch of hair below her naval, stirring this maddening arousal he’s engendered, she whimpers and pulls him into a wet, wanton kiss.
Muscles tense. Hands shake. She’s aching for it to be over. She never wants it to end.
“Hush, now, Aloy,” he mutters against her mouth, saliva strung between them, fingers dipping lower, still, “or the others will hear.”