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        Lighislips,hepressedforward.Withthehandstillwearingaglove,heextendedafiowardthefolds,thentracedbackthepathofthatglisteningdrop.

        Reyamoanedasherbodytwisted,butcouldn''''tpreventhisfingerfromsinkingintothehilt.

        Whenhegaveitanexperimentaltwistinsideher,itwashewhocriedout—hisgaspraggedandlouderthanhermoan.

        Heyankedhisfingerfreeop,staringatthetranslutfluidnowcoatinghisglove.Ast—sweet,floral,orsomethinghecouldn''''tquitename—rushedtohisnose,cloudinghismindinaslow,headyfog.

        HelookedupatReya,startled,hisfacefullofsurprise.

        Reyahadmerelytakenonefinger,yetalreadyypantingwithherheadlolledtotheside—arain-batteredflowerexudingfragileallureamidstthechill.

        "You''''re...really..."hechokedout.

        Alowughescapedher,thesoundlikerawsugarscrapingupfromherthroat,sweetenoughtoithisteeth.

        "Reallywhat?"

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