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Alex's hand came up almost involuntarily, fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
She stirred at the touch, making a small sound... not quite a sigh, more like a contented hum.
Her fingers flexed against his chest, tracing lazy, unconscious patterns across his skin.
Then her tongue followed.
A slow, deliberate stroke that sent electricity down his enhanced spine.
Alex's breath caught.
Victoria's eyes were closed, her expression still peaceful, but her tongue painted another warm line across his chest with unhurried, drowsy care. Like tasting something delicious. Like savoring him.
Her movements were intimate, utterly unselfconscious, the kind of thing someone only did when they felt completely safe. Completely at home.
She traced another path with her tongue, this one higher, closer to his collarbone, and made that contented sound again.
