Rosalie lost herself to the desire pulsing through her blood, to her growing rippling need for him. She sighed whenever he rocked up, the added pressure against her core causing a flood of unfamiliar wetness between her legs. The rocking was nothing to his touch though, and Rosalie saw stars when he neared the sensitive bud at the top.

Then, Noble stilled, tensed, and Rosalie tensed as well before asking, "is ... is everything alright?"

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