[That little growl in his voice sends a shudder through her, and she leans further in to press her lips eagerly against his throat, the edge of his jaw, careful of his curled horns. Her body is nearly flush against him, breasts brushing against his chest. The party outside is forgotten. The past few weeks are forgotten. There's nothing in her mind but them and the bed and the electrical current that feels like it's flowing between them.
Nadine lifts her hips to give him better access, the saddle of her undergarments giving clear evidence to just how aroused she is. And oh god, she wants him to touch her, wants his fingers on her most sensitive and aching flesh. Again there's a pulsing sensation through her loins and she lets out a soft little moan.
But that boldness still has her, and she tilts her head to bring her mouth very close to his ear. Her own voice is low and heavy with want.]
As wet as a morning after the snowmelt.
[It's strange, how much his asking delights her. The fact that she's nearly naked and on top of him is, in her mind, permission enough. But still he asked.
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Nadine lifts her hips to give him better access, the saddle of her undergarments giving clear evidence to just how aroused she is. And oh god, she wants him to touch her, wants his fingers on her most sensitive and aching flesh. Again there's a pulsing sensation through her loins and she lets out a soft little moan.
But that boldness still has her, and she tilts her head to bring her mouth very close to his ear. Her own voice is low and heavy with want.]
As wet as a morning after the snowmelt.
[It's strange, how much his asking delights her. The fact that she's nearly naked and on top of him is, in her mind, permission enough. But still he asked.
No one's ever asked before.]
And you may.