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Hands grasping his shoulders, Emma eased down his length, and though the drugging pleasure had his eyes nearly closing to savor the tight, smooth fit of her sex, he kept his attention on her.
Because nothing-not the rippling clasp of her body, the quiver of her thighs, the sight of her taking him-could compare with the slight widening and darkening of those beautiful eyes.
Those eyes conveyed how much she craved him, needed him.
Those eyes gave him all of her. And he wanted it all.
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