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And she reacted to his kiss like a hungry woman.

She couldn’t stop kissing him, tasting him, especially as her kisses seemed to make his eyes more feverish with lust. He growled at one point and pushed her on her back to the mattress, and she had to let the Baron have his way with her, reveling in every bit of kisses and nips and flicks of his wet tongue on every nook and cranny of her body.

He took her hands and held them over her head as his knees commanded her thighs to open wide for him. When he drove inside of her, it was in one smooth motion. She was already soaking in her own juices. Ahh... so thick, she could feel all of him. Her inner muscles rejoiced at something to clutch. She was so hot for him that a few hard thrusts threw her on the edge of her first climax.

She writhed violently under him, her velvety flesh powerfully vibrating around his cock until the giant waves of ecstasy passed. And her cries of passion filled the stone room.

After that, Fabian’s thrusts became