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27 | Acceptance
*** Eamon's POV
Straight to the point. I love it.
"A demonstration would be more helpful," I tease, wrapping my arm around her waist from behind, slow and deliberate. She has no idea what she's about to see, but she's at ease now, and it's best to keep it that way.
"Watch," I instruct, gesturing to the mirror before resting my cheek against hers.
I can tell she's intent on watching me in the reflection. "You're looking at the wrong person, love," I coo, feeling her relax back into me at the endearment.
She gets the hint and refocuses on herself, though her eyes wander back to me as I start to nuzzle her neck, sliding my lips down her skin toward the mark.
I can feel the goosebumps rise on her skin; they mimic the electricity I feel within myself as I inch closer to my target.
She's closed her eyes a little, tilting her head back and to the side, giving me better access...
"Tsk tsk," I slide my hand int
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