[Oh, that's not fair. He must know by now that her neck is her most sensitive area, how the brush of his lips over her pulsepoint almost sends her knees buckling, but he's got her pinned to the wall and she's bracing herself against him so that's enough to keep her upright, but bloody hell. Ginny's hands grip at his waist as her head tips back, baring her throat and collarbone to him, lips parted for breath, the faintest sound of pleasure escaping them.]
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