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The scent of her his overwhelming, and Benedict can't help but pant, open-mouthed against her neck as her climax peaks, leaving her shuddering beneath him, her body pressing up against his and her shivers all but telegraphing from her body into his own. He can't help but press into her in response, bearing down against her and instinctively rocking his hips down towards her, her wrist between his groin and hers. It doesn't seem to bother him any, as he does it again, letting her tug his face up from her neck so she can kiss him breathlessly.