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Harlow lay on top of Gore as they watched a movie in his room. She had placed a pillow between them, but he had removed it, saying he wanted to feel her.

She sighed in content as he played in her hair and ran his fingers up and down her back.

Harlow rubbed her face against his chest, then stopped when she heard a low rumble coming from his chest.

She rolled off him and onto her back, but one of her leg remain on him where she could feel him getting hard.

“Are you ok?" His voice was husky, holding promises of what he would do to her if he got the chance.

"Just this," she said, moving her foot so that it rubbed against his erection.

Gore growled softly, then placed a hand on her foot so that she could stop.

"Careful," he warned her. He wished for nothing in this world than to mate her, but he knew that he would have to wait until she was ready.

"Why are you always so aroused?" Harlow asked.

Gore chuckled, "because of you, and you are just as aroused as I am."

Harlow shook her head, "no,