[ He gives a quiet laugh. His hands slide up either side of her ribs until he reaches the swell of her breasts. When he lifts up slightly, it's to kiss them—the curved underside, just above by her collarbone. His lips close around a nipple, teasing, before he murmurs against her. ]
I like your voice.
[ But it needn't be words; he likes her noises just as much. The way she clutches him when she groans his name.
His breath catches as she rocks into him. The bed creaks. He bumps his head at one point, but it barely registers. He's busy chasing the roll of her hips, the heat blooming low in his belly, heavy and dark. His blunt nails dig into her back, her shoulder; the soft candlelight dims as she fills his space and all of his senses. ]
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I like your voice.
[ But it needn't be words; he likes her noises just as much. The way she clutches him when she groans his name.
His breath catches as she rocks into him. The bed creaks. He bumps his head at one point, but it barely registers. He's busy chasing the roll of her hips, the heat blooming low in his belly, heavy and dark. His blunt nails dig into her back, her shoulder; the soft candlelight dims as she fills his space and all of his senses. ]