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 | | And now here he was, eyes closed, transported into a mental space engorged with moist want, lips closed around the impossibly hot, twitching sex of his titular commanding officer who was writhing against him, upper lip curled like a cur, hands clenched into fists and hard, athletic stomach tense as corrugated metal. |
 | | He felt her moan into his mouth and pushed his tongue between her lips, his other hand coming up to grip at the back of her slender neck and hold her to him. |
 | | He was tired, but while he had been able to enter kel no reem, the thin layer of his mind that remained alert to his surroundings chattered at him mindlessly, throwing images into his consciousness of his friends lying like sybarites, tangled in one another. |
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