[ her hips rock, trying to wriggle to close the distance between them as her legs pull at him, trying to draw him into her. but it's a futile effort. she knows it. one palm rests flat over his wound, the other trailing towards his hair. desperate to just feel him, at least. ]
Then have me. [ she looks up at him, holds his gaze, and for all her eyes look slightly out of focus, her pupils big and her face red and wet, there is something painfully honest in them. like he has wrung that vulnerability out of her by driving away her good sense. ] Take me. I'm ready.
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Then have me. [ she looks up at him, holds his gaze, and for all her eyes look slightly out of focus, her pupils big and her face red and wet, there is something painfully honest in them. like he has wrung that vulnerability out of her by driving away her good sense. ] Take me. I'm ready.