[ That's all that's needed, because he isn't about restraint at the moment, either. Her feet lock around him; he lets go of her hair to grasp her hips. A heavy breath tumbles from his lips.
He turns his head, kissing the curve of her breast, and then her throat where the arch of her neck has exposed. His teeth scrape lightly over the delicate skin. He can feel the thrum of her pulse underneath. His own heart can't beat near as fast as hers, but it is faster, much faster than what's usual for him.
He falls into a rhythm alongside her, demanding but not unyielding. A rising heat curls inside him. He breathes in, an audible hitch in his chest. She smells fucking good and beyond that—with her rose pink hair, her mix of too-sweet scents, that foreign but oddly charming inflection to her speech—she reminds him of no one in particular, stirs no unwanted memories he's buried. She's just Julie, and right now she's exactly what he wants, what he's looking for. ]
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He turns his head, kissing the curve of her breast, and then her throat where the arch of her neck has exposed. His teeth scrape lightly over the delicate skin. He can feel the thrum of her pulse underneath. His own heart can't beat near as fast as hers, but it is faster, much faster than what's usual for him.
He falls into a rhythm alongside her, demanding but not unyielding. A rising heat curls inside him. He breathes in, an audible hitch in his chest. She smells fucking good and beyond that—with her rose pink hair, her mix of too-sweet scents, that foreign but oddly charming inflection to her speech—she reminds him of no one in particular, stirs no unwanted memories he's buried. She's just Julie, and right now she's exactly what he wants, what he's looking for. ]