[ as much as he likes her balance of sweetness and sharpness, she loves the moments when he gets a little dominant and possessive. a quiet gasp is emitted as his teeth mark her skin, heat flaring underneath his mouth as he sucks at the mark he's made, her heart beginning to beat that much quicker. her head tips back, exposing that much more skin to him, a wordless invitation for him to continue.
the hand still at her side, tracing love notes over her body, is reached for with her hand twisting behind her back, and she captures his fingertips with her own, squeezing lightly before she pulls it to her front and rests it on her thigh, just underneath the hem of his shirt. ]
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the hand still at her side, tracing love notes over her body, is reached for with her hand twisting behind her back, and she captures his fingertips with her own, squeezing lightly before she pulls it to her front and rests it on her thigh, just underneath the hem of his shirt. ]