[ Her skin is slick against his palms, and he grips her more firmly. Most of his shirt hangs loose, half-fallen off a shoulder. Up close, he can see the shadow of her lashes, the flecks of colour in her eyes.
He lets where she's knotted her fingers in his hair guide him, follows the line of her jaw to the spot just under her earlob. There's an unsteady exhale, a coil that tightens within. He sinks deeper inside her each time—a curse that slips free, and then another.
When he feels her nails cut sharper into him, it only sparks an electric flare that snakes through him, makes his fingers curl. He offers a low sound, one undeniably demanding more. ]
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He lets where she's knotted her fingers in his hair guide him, follows the line of her jaw to the spot just under her earlob. There's an unsteady exhale, a coil that tightens within. He sinks deeper inside her each time—a curse that slips free, and then another.
When he feels her nails cut sharper into him, it only sparks an electric flare that snakes through him, makes his fingers curl. He offers a low sound, one undeniably demanding more. ]