[ She breathes out with a sound that thrums through his blood. His hand rests on her stomach, fingers curled and digging in just a little; the other she holds tightly.
It's not the most comfortable position he's found himself in, but he can make it work. His back arches. Once he is in it, he's in, and he doesn't pause or slow for anything. His tongue curls against her, until her heart beats so fast he thinks it might burst. It thunders heavy in his ears—or perhaps that's his own.
There's a moment where his eyes flick to meet hers—still golden but somehow brighter, almost glowing under the dim lights of her chambers. ]
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It's not the most comfortable position he's found himself in, but he can make it work. His back arches. Once he is in it, he's in, and he doesn't pause or slow for anything. His tongue curls against her, until her heart beats so fast he thinks it might burst. It thunders heavy in his ears—or perhaps that's his own.
There's a moment where his eyes flick to meet hers—still golden but somehow brighter, almost glowing under the dim lights of her chambers. ]