[He breaks the kiss again and Kate is too caught up in the sensation of him inside her to reply. She knows whatever she says at this point will sound less than intelligent, so she buries her face in his neck, kissing down to his shoulder. Kate lets out a quiet, encouraging moan when he starts to thrust, her hips rocking up to match his movement, nails still digging into his skin. She's fine with this pace—it's intoxicating, makes her ache for more in the best possible way.]
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