[ His eyes are fixed on her inky lips. He smiles a little wider. A part of him is teasing for the hell of it, but another part of him likes to test her mood, too—to see what she happens to be after tonight. ]
Who said anything about begging?
[ He's easily convinced in many ways. But it doesn't matter, anyhow; he's already tearing the rest of that fabric off her other shoulder, her chest, until he can spread his fingers over her bare back. Her pulse thunders in his ears, and he can feel blood rushing to the surface of his skin.
Then he kisses her again. She's taller in her heels, and he only needs to lean down a bit to capture her lips. That's when he finally undresses all of her, letting the rest shred under his claws. Scraps of fabric flutter to the floor. He wraps one hand around a rope holding a swing and tangles the other in her hair. His knee nudges between her legs. ]
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Who said anything about begging?
[ He's easily convinced in many ways. But it doesn't matter, anyhow; he's already tearing the rest of that fabric off her other shoulder, her chest, until he can spread his fingers over her bare back. Her pulse thunders in his ears, and he can feel blood rushing to the surface of his skin.
Then he kisses her again. She's taller in her heels, and he only needs to lean down a bit to capture her lips. That's when he finally undresses all of her, letting the rest shred under his claws. Scraps of fabric flutter to the floor. He wraps one hand around a rope holding a swing and tangles the other in her hair. His knee nudges between her legs. ]