[ There's something about the way he moves her about so easily, sweeps her off her feet like she weighs nothing, that makes Ciri's heart catch in her throat like a fluttering bird. Something deep inside her base instinct still becomes just the slightest bit alarmed-- or maybe it's thrilled, instead, walking that line between excitement and trepidation that makes her blood pound in her ears.
She grips him with her knees, and seems to realize belatedly he's full dressed, towering over her. Her stomach clenches up, mouth falling open.
She drags him down by the hair for another heated, forceful kiss. ]
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She grips him with her knees, and seems to realize belatedly he's full dressed, towering over her. Her stomach clenches up, mouth falling open.
She drags him down by the hair for another heated, forceful kiss. ]