Her nails send a light shiver through him and his shoulders roll under her grasp. He's not thinking about the gash that splits down his back or that it should more than burn right now. He doesn't want to. There's just the bite of her grip, like pinpricks.
Their foreheads touch and his eyes open again. They gleam where they catch the light, underneath heavy lids—an almost animal shine before they vanish as he presses his lips to the other side of her throat. He gives her his teeth, scraping, and he wants. Fuck. More. More of the same in return, more of the sharpness of her nails digging into his skin and skirting the lash marks there, of the way her thighs squeeze around him where his ribs should be bruising (are bruising, out there.)
The word slips out between a jagged breath: low, rumbling from inside his chest. ] Harder.
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worth itHer nails send a light shiver through him and his shoulders roll under her grasp. He's not thinking about the gash that splits down his back or that it should more than burn right now. He doesn't want to. There's just the bite of her grip, like pinpricks.
Their foreheads touch and his eyes open again. They gleam where they catch the light, underneath heavy lids—an almost animal shine before they vanish as he presses his lips to the other side of her throat. He gives her his teeth, scraping, and he wants. Fuck. More. More of the same in return, more of the sharpness of her nails digging into his skin and skirting the lash marks there, of the way her thighs squeeze around him where his ribs should be bruising (are bruising, out there.)
The word slips out between a jagged breath: low, rumbling from inside his chest. ] Harder.