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Touch me, Daddy

Gavriel's POV 

Camille's dainty hands covered my large ones, the one over her clothed breasts. I kneaded the soft mound impulsively, not wanting to let go yet, but thrilled because I knew where her hands would lead.  

I watched, hungrily, as she guided my hand over her stomach and then above the junction between her thighs.  

My body hummed with awareness and I loosened my legs which I had used to pin hers down some minutes ago.  

“Here,” she whispered, cheeks heated and rosy with desire. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and shaped like half moons. Beautiful.  

“You want me to touch you here?” I teased, stroking her navel with my thumb. Her stomach flexed under my wandering fingers. Her neck arched when she tossed her head up to look at me.  

“Lower,” My sweet k

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