[ Her fingers close around his wrist, his pulse under her palm, and her grip is tight. She hooks one knee over his shoulder, lifts up with a gasp and her heel pressed against his spine. Her other hand threads in his hair and she can't keep her eyes open anymore. ]
Fuck, Geralt. [ It's a feverish, choked whine, followed by a sharp squeak as he shifts his hand just so. The knot squeezes, wrings itself ever more taut. More swears escape as panted breaths, her eyes dark and shiny when she manages to open them again, look down. ] Harder...
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Fuck, Geralt. [ It's a feverish, choked whine, followed by a sharp squeak as he shifts his hand just so. The knot squeezes, wrings itself ever more taut. More swears escape as panted breaths, her eyes dark and shiny when she manages to open them again, look down. ] Harder...