She couldn't believe how long she'd gone without kissing him. The most she'd gotten were owls, and nothing else. It was unnerving to her that he made her feel this way. That moan echoed throughout her mouth, and she couldn't help but moan in return. Narcissa tugged lightly on his lower lip, one hand moving from his hair down his side, toward the region of his belt.
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