"We're almost done, Your Highness." She replied cordially, lowering herself almost enough to sit on his thighs as her thumbs traced each side of his windpipe. His pulse thrummed against her skin. She glanced up, catching his eye briefly as she lingered at his artery.
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Date: 2018-11-30 04:39 am (UTC)