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He nods in agreement, more than happy to run his great rough hands over her body, tracing the shifting shape of her muscles, finding the scars. His lips and tongue following their path over her chest to lick and (gently) bite at her breasts. With a mischevious expression, he raises another bruise on the breast opposite of the first. "Had to balance it out." He explains, before he resumes his explorations. He traces the long scar along her hip and then slips towards the inside of her thigh and then between her legs. He makes a very pleased noise against her breastbone as he finds her soaking wet, teasing flesh he knows must be terribly sensitive by now.