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[She can’t help the hum when he approaches, biting at her lip again. It gives way to the clear want in her eyes for him, the need already bubbling up. When he slips into the bed with her, Lucrezia is quick to roll her chest onto his.]

A man who said he would come and place a kiss upon my lips, [She says as their noses nearly touch.]

[Bare skin touches bare skin and it's an instant reminder that the first touch is always the best, no matter how many times he's had the pleasure of being with her. Hands seek out her warmth, one landing upon her hip while the other goes to her face, cupping her cheek as he bumps his nose against hers.]

I hope he has not kept you waiting long.

[She scrunches her nose, taking in the feel of him enveloping himself around her. It is hard not to feel entirely intoxicated by it. He gives it to her so freely, even if they are just words and soft touches right now. He has come at her beckoning, and here they lie together.]

I would wait for as long as you asked of me if it means you would kiss me.

[There are parts of himself that he only gives to her. Little bits and pieces that no one else ever gets to see. It all comes so easy, to want to give her everything. To let himself fall for her now, just a little.]

Your lips are worth the wait.

[The words have barely left his mouth before he's surging forward, finally, blissfully, pressing his lips against hers.]

[She rolls slightly as he leans over so that she could be more on his side, preferring to be beneath him. His kiss earns a soft hum, the feeling of their bodies making contact like an electric buzz through her. Hands move over his chest to keep him close to her, wanting more of him against her as she moves her body to arch against him.]

[Everything about her was worth the wait.

Her body shifts, rolls to the side and he follows after her, pressing his weight against her until she's beneath him. Until he can hover over her, lips parting from her own to seek out the heat of her neck, beginning a maddeningly slow descent downwards.]

[He dwarfs over her as he positions himself on top of her. She shifts her knees so that he is nestled between her legs with each leg around his waist. It makes it easier for her body to arch against him as he starts to kiss her neck. One hand slides into his hair as she hums softly against him, already enjoying the feel of him on top of her.]

[It's so easy to get drunk on her, to get lost in the feeling of soft skin against his lips. To tease her with gentle nips and long, soothing strokes of his tongue. To seek out the swell oh her breast, to take the pert nipple into his mouth and lavish attention on it.]

[She sighs into the feeling of his mouth on her, rocking her body against his in slow circles to give him sort of reprieve. The hand in his hair tugs lightly, her other hand tracing down his back. He engulfs her, makes her breathe him in as eyes shut, and she hums softly, completely captivated by what his mouth is down, and the trail it’s leaving.]

[Her fingers tangle within his hair and tug and it's impossible to stop the sound that rises from deep inside his chest falling from his lips. Teeth sink into soft, pristine skin, just enough to leave a light mark in his wake.]

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