Her head tips back, her gasp turning into a sigh of pleasure. He's pinning her against the warm stone with his weight, giving her leave to wind her legs around his waist. She can feel the scruff of his beard against the sensitive skin of her throat, the graze of his teeth. Her hands can't get enough of him, roaming over his skin.
The marks he left three days ago have almost healed.
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Date: 2009-03-16 11:29 pm (UTC)The marks he left three days ago have almost healed.