( that curse paints a smirk across her lips, and it dawns on her how little she knows of him like this—the sounds he made, what octave his throat favored, what it took to drive him over that fevered pitch. as it is, with stamina runes traced along each of their skin, they certainly had quite the playing field ahead of them to find out. his teeth claim that sweet spot beneath her ear and her shoulder curls upward, lithe fingers tangling in dirty blond strands at back of his crown, keeping a stern grip.
if there was any part of her that felt this would break them, that it wasn't something they could come back from, she'd of stopped herself before he'd even made it to that room. and as much as she revels in the idea of him tangled in those sheets with her, he'd presented an enticing challenge she's hardly willing to walk away from. her mouth finds the brim of his ear, letting each of her shoulders raise just enough to help that silk fold, caressing in a whisper of fabric down along her back.
the slight chill of the room nips at exposed flesh, and when he growls she snickers, a playful rouse of a sound, crescent of her nails carving a trail down along his chest, his abdomen, pausing only when their bodies connect. )
Right here. ( and if she had a means of tugging those sweatpants down, she'd of done so already. ) Something tells me I'm going to have to keep you quiet.
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if there was any part of her that felt this would break them, that it wasn't something they could come back from, she'd of stopped herself before he'd even made it to that room. and as much as she revels in the idea of him tangled in those sheets with her, he'd presented an enticing challenge she's hardly willing to walk away from. her mouth finds the brim of his ear, letting each of her shoulders raise just enough to help that silk fold, caressing in a whisper of fabric down along her back.
the slight chill of the room nips at exposed flesh, and when he growls she snickers, a playful rouse of a sound, crescent of her nails carving a trail down along his chest, his abdomen, pausing only when their bodies connect. )
Right here. ( and if she had a means of tugging those sweatpants down, she'd of done so already. ) Something tells me I'm going to have to keep you quiet.