( god, he loves her. it's almost painful when it hits him, on the tail end of her teasing tone, her voice light and goodness down the pathway of their bond. he huffs a laugh against her back, overwhelmed by his obsession with her. with the way she feels, how she makes him feel. all powerful, because there's nothing he wouldn't do for her — not one thing.
playfully, he gives her a spank, pressing a lingering kiss on her shoulder.
Wings. Try.
yes, he did forget. but — now is as good a time as any to help train her back up again. leaning back, he sifts a hand quickly through his sweaty hair before both hands clasp on her thin waist, driving himself back into her. it's a forceful, brutal thing, but he's still careful about it, mindful of her entire body like it's an extension of his own. he knows intimately how she likes to be touched, how to move and how to please her. he memorized it all in a night, indulging himself on her arousal like a sponge takes in water. and yet —
despite that, he never gets used to the feeling of her cunt clamping down on him, endlessly tight and warm. rhysand balks before he presses forward, tossing his hips into her and into her, fucking her hard and fast and raw. ugly in making love, still mostly clothed and needy, desperation hidden in every bead of sweat that rolls down his forehead. )
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playfully, he gives her a spank, pressing a lingering kiss on her shoulder.
Wings. Try.
yes, he did forget. but — now is as good a time as any to help train her back up again. leaning back, he sifts a hand quickly through his sweaty hair before both hands clasp on her thin waist, driving himself back into her. it's a forceful, brutal thing, but he's still careful about it, mindful of her entire body like it's an extension of his own. he knows intimately how she likes to be touched, how to move and how to please her. he memorized it all in a night, indulging himself on her arousal like a sponge takes in water. and yet —
despite that, he never gets used to the feeling of her cunt clamping down on him, endlessly tight and warm. rhysand balks before he presses forward, tossing his hips into her and into her, fucking her hard and fast and raw. ugly in making love, still mostly clothed and needy, desperation hidden in every bead of sweat that rolls down his forehead. )
You're mine.