Half of Dexter’s face was still buried in her hair, and her right hand grabbed her wrist and placed it in front of her. The actions are intimate and natural, as if they were treasures. But it seemed to be imprisoned, making her unable to move.
Pulling away her cocoon, tearing apart her last thoughts.
Elara’s body was stiff, he clenched his fists, not even daring to breathe this time. She had never had such close contact with the opposite s3x, and clearly felt her face burning.
Completely out of control.
It wasn’t until she almost couldn’t hold her breath that she slowly returned to her senses and let out a shallow breath.
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