[Ren wouldn't have been wrong with his assertion, and he certainly would have had plenty of reason to feel flattered -- Angel was floored by his first brush, and absolutely smitten with the second. She had feared that this encounter might be rough, the man too needy with his touches.]
[And yet she was perfectly at peace with the contact.]
[Or at least, she was mentally. The fire in her body roared to life, all but begging for more. The fingers in his hair tightened instinctively, and her body pressed closer. A sound of her own came from the back of her throat -- affirmation of her satisfaction or encouraging him to continue, she couldn't say for sure.]
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[And yet she was perfectly at peace with the contact.]
[Or at least, she was mentally. The fire in her body roared to life, all but begging for more. The fingers in his hair tightened instinctively, and her body pressed closer. A sound of her own came from the back of her throat -- affirmation of her satisfaction or encouraging him to continue, she couldn't say for sure.]