His fingers shift in her hair. Relaxing and tightening his grip, hand gentle at the nape of her neck. Breathing, just as she is. Labored inhales as the effort of remaining still manifests in fine tremors in his body, a slight shift of his legs beneath her.
It is very different than what this had been with Dominik, once. ]
You are so beautiful, [ presses into her mind, soft as a kiss. A little nonsensical, considering her position, the stretch of her mouth around him and the flush rising in her cheeks. He can still taste her. He tells her again, ] Relax. You have me.
[ The temptation to keep her there, to stay sheathed in her mouth, pressed to the back of her throat, burns like a coal in his belly. Some low, curious part of him wonders how long he could last that way, or is too caught by the appeal of Alina gone pliant under his hands.
But he draws her up once more, up but not off, and sets her down again in a slow, punishing slide of heat. He burns with this too, the effort of the pace he's set, the ebb of sensation building by minor degrees with each drag of her lips and tongue. ]
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His fingers shift in her hair. Relaxing and tightening his grip, hand gentle at the nape of her neck. Breathing, just as she is. Labored inhales as the effort of remaining still manifests in fine tremors in his body, a slight shift of his legs beneath her.
It is very different than what this had been with Dominik, once. ]
You are so beautiful, [ presses into her mind, soft as a kiss. A little nonsensical, considering her position, the stretch of her mouth around him and the flush rising in her cheeks. He can still taste her. He tells her again, ] Relax. You have me.
[ The temptation to keep her there, to stay sheathed in her mouth, pressed to the back of her throat, burns like a coal in his belly. Some low, curious part of him wonders how long he could last that way, or is too caught by the appeal of Alina gone pliant under his hands.
But he draws her up once more, up but not off, and sets her down again in a slow, punishing slide of heat. He burns with this too, the effort of the pace he's set, the ebb of sensation building by minor degrees with each drag of her lips and tongue. ]