[She moans quietly into his mouth, feeling him move inside her, his hands on her breasts, his lips on hers, her hips swaying in time with his until his pace becomes more eager. She gasps, heavy eyes opening half-mast to seek out his momentarily before letter her head fall back against his shoulder with a more punctuated moan before pressing her forehead to his jaw. The hand not keeping their balance on the couch found the back of his, half tracing and half guiding as he ran his sword calloused fingers over her form.]
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