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Holding her face in his hands, he tipped the angle of his head and parted her lips with his tongue. Elena's mouth opened easily, her hands skimmed over his back as she sucked his tongue inside. Their mouths fused completely, the pleasure of it swift and intolerable. Moaning, they sagged together. Rowen dragged her backward until the trunk of the giant tree supported him. His hands fell to her waist, shaping her body through her dress while he ravaged her luscious mouth, his tongue thrusting, twining, curling about hers. He could sustain this wonder all day -- the thorough exploration of her mouth -- were it not for her hips swirling against him, her motions bringing to mind other places he wished to claim with his tongue, the rhythm of her body inspiring his mouth to move faster and deeper over hers, drinking from her lips like the fountain of the Gods. He brought her closer still, wedging a knee between her legs, lifting the back of her skirt until he cupped her naked bottom. Her skin