[ those few filthy words of hers cause him to drive into her more and more deeply and his hands slide up her arms possessively as his teeth clamp more firmly into her shoulder. there's an air of very masculine power to the way he keeps her pinned beneath him, each thrust seeming motivated by a need to claim her fully (str 20, damn boy).
he raises his head, hair mussed from her continual combing of fingers through it, and kisses her with a renewed ferocity, murmuring between breaths: ] It's all yours. [ his teeth catch at her bottom lip, pulling on it before adding: ] Every inch. Whatever you want with it. [ the pounding rhythm continues, as his words dissolve into small groans, which he muffles with more reckless kisses. ]
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he raises his head, hair mussed from her continual combing of fingers through it, and kisses her with a renewed ferocity, murmuring between breaths: ] It's all yours. [ his teeth catch at her bottom lip, pulling on it before adding: ] Every inch. Whatever you want with it. [ the pounding rhythm continues, as his words dissolve into small groans, which he muffles with more reckless kisses. ]