[His jaw goes slack as she dips down, rolls her hips, snaps them back to brush against him so torturously and he laughs and groans at the same time, an arm wrapping around her waist, pressing himself to her from behind and leaning down to mutter.]
"You are wicked. Where did you learn to dance like that, bella?"
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"You are wicked. Where did you learn to dance like that, bella?"