[Though it had been made plenty clear that Angel was enjoying the brushing of Ren's fingers, the clear pleasure that he was receiving was far more interesting to her. A warmth had been slowly building in her gut, growing each time his finger brushed over her clit, but it was just that -- a slow burn.]
[Now, each breath, each groan, each little urging on Ren's part seemed to add gasoline to her slow-burning flame. Where there was once a slight pressure, an inkling of desire, there was now a burning flame all-but begging to be let loose.]
[If she was truly enjoying anything, it was Ren's own pleasure.]
[Such things were clear enough by the way her own motions seemed to increase. A little bit more pressure was added, and the motions sped up. She was careful to watch his expression, but now it wasn't just to make sure he was alright, but to watch the way pleasure broke across his features.]
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[Now, each breath, each groan, each little urging on Ren's part seemed to add gasoline to her slow-burning flame. Where there was once a slight pressure, an inkling of desire, there was now a burning flame all-but begging to be let loose.]
[If she was truly enjoying anything, it was Ren's own pleasure.]
[Such things were clear enough by the way her own motions seemed to increase. A little bit more pressure was added, and the motions sped up. She was careful to watch his expression, but now it wasn't just to make sure he was alright, but to watch the way pleasure broke across his features.]