[ He gives a pleased hum, low in his chest, and allows himself to be tugged downward. He hooks a finger in the necklace she wears—the tooth he gave her and which he's found around her neck since.
His smile is half-hidden. ] You like mine.
[ His lips part for her; she can taste herself on him as much as she wants. He hasn't fully undressed, and he doesn't yet even now, but she can probably feel him where he grinds down slowly against her. ]
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His smile is half-hidden. ] You like mine.
[ His lips part for her; she can taste herself on him as much as she wants. He hasn't fully undressed, and he doesn't yet even now, but she can probably feel him where he grinds down slowly against her. ]