[The pain makes her whimper, a soft, needy sound in the back of her throat. While he struggles with her jeans, she pulls up his shirt so she can slide her hands beneath it, claw the scarred flesh of his back. She closes her eyes and lets him pull her down into her body, so she's aware of nothing more than his mouth at her neck, his hand inside of her, and the way he feels in her hands. She takes a deep breath and his scent -- sweat, musk, cooking, and something that's uniquely him -- sends a shiver down her entire body.]
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