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Ten

Talia woke to something pressed to her mouth. When cold water touched her lips, she parted them and drank.

After a moment, he shook his head. “You’re not finished yet, Talia. Your heat isn’t quite over.” He set a hand to her lower stomach, his palm cool against her heated skin, then pressed to massage there.

The action had her gasping, her body sore and tired but unsated.

He stopped, sliding his hand to her hip and offering a purr. “It’s okay, love. Easy. I thought you’d be sore by now.

As she woke more, as the touch of his fingers and his scent surrounded her, she found her heat rising again. It threatened to pull her beneath its waves again.

Leo's lips quivered, he smiled. “Your pupils are dilating, and your breathing is speeding. You’re feeling it, aren’t you?”

Talia arched into the touch, her damp thighs rubbing against each other as the hormones that drove her heat increased, as they dragged her under the weight of nature.

He leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers, the ac