[Iskandar's arm slipped under Euphemia's body as she arched against him. The other hand reached under her head to tenderly slip his fingers through her hair. His head tilts, to deepen the kiss a bit.]
[Slowly, he pulls away, but his face remains as close as it had been. Rider holds her close to his body, his hips grinding a bit against hers. The hand behind her back slides under her top again and up to her bra. He pinches the clasp between his fingers and undoes it rather easily.]
[That same hand slides around to her front, slipping under her loosened bra and cupping her bare breast in his hand. His thumb teases over her nipple, coaxing a slight groan from Rider's throat.]
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[Slowly, he pulls away, but his face remains as close as it had been. Rider holds her close to his body, his hips grinding a bit against hers. The hand behind her back slides under her top again and up to her bra. He pinches the clasp between his fingers and undoes it rather easily.]
[That same hand slides around to her front, slipping under her loosened bra and cupping her bare breast in his hand. His thumb teases over her nipple, coaxing a slight groan from Rider's throat.]