He'd watched her with some amusement in the comedown, wondering if his new lover would merely collapse now. The disappointment he would have felt over not getting around to his portion of the night would have been easily outweighed by the pride of having entirely exhausted her. She'd perked up though, and he was all too happy to let her pull him back to her eye level.

He grinned devilishly at her comment. "You love my tongue," he teased, running the side of his finger along the edge of her face. To punctuate the remark, he leaned down and licked her collarbone.

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