[ He tilts his head down, meeting her lips. His teeth tug and scrape, and heat flushes through him. Her body presses against his, friction making his grip tighten.
He lets his eyes fall shut. Breathes her in, the familiar floral sweetness that always clings to her—but his own scent, too, that he likes just as much on her. He likes waking up to it, returning to it still there.
With her hand grasping his, he glides it down the dips and curves of her body. His fingers edged towards her thigh, nails dragging along. ]
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He lets his eyes fall shut. Breathes her in, the familiar floral sweetness that always clings to her—but his own scent, too, that he likes just as much on her. He likes waking up to it, returning to it still there.
With her hand grasping his, he glides it down the dips and curves of her body. His fingers edged towards her thigh, nails dragging along. ]