[ He lets his grip fall from her hair, traces an unsteady path over her spine to rest at the small of her back. When she shivers, he can feel it echo through him.
Her legs press around him; her skin sticks to his. Really, everything is beginning to fucking stick—the linens, his hair, the silver chain around his neck—but he can't much care. He opens his eyes to watch her. His teeth catch her lip, a gentle nip. There's a moment where his pupils expand until a thin gold ring remains, shadowed by his lashes.
He slides his hand downwards, slipping between where their bodies are intertwined. His fingers tease against the swell he finds, the barest pressure. ]
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Her legs press around him; her skin sticks to his. Really, everything is beginning to fucking stick—the linens, his hair, the silver chain around his neck—but he can't much care. He opens his eyes to watch her. His teeth catch her lip, a gentle nip. There's a moment where his pupils expand until a thin gold ring remains, shadowed by his lashes.
He slides his hand downwards, slipping between where their bodies are intertwined. His fingers tease against the swell he finds, the barest pressure. ]