Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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The air between them crackled with heat, thick with anticipation as Grace lay beneath Rune, her body already trembling from the way he worshipped her.
"Rune…" she gasped softly, her fingers clutching at the sheets as his mouth hovered above her thighs, his breath ghosting over her sensitive skin.
He didn't rush. He never did. He took his time, letting the tension coil tighter, drawing out the moment until her body was strung so taut she thought she might shatter before he even touched her.
A shiver ran through her as his lips pressed against the soft skin of her inner thigh. The gentle scrape of his teeth, which followed next, sent a pulse of pleasure straight through her, forcing her to finally arch instinctively toward him as she silently begged for more.
He smirked against her skin. "So impatient," he murmured, his voice a deep, teasing whisper.
