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He was still knelt before her folded legs; he gently rested his palms on her knees and continued his inventory of her. She watched him watch her, and it seemed that whatever his sight focused on burned from the touch of his eyes. Her saliva evaporated from the heat; she could not swallow. He could not turn away from her. He scrutinized every inch of her, unable to contain his lust, unwilling to let it go. His gaze lingered over the russet swatch of velvet concealing the opening to her soul. He thought the skin stretched over his bulging penis would tear. He parted her knees and looked. A tremor opened the mouth between her thighs; a little tongue quivered inside. Her lips suckled. Dizzy with desire, he descended upon her.