She arches beneath him, whimpering with pleasure. Her hands slip down to his shoulders, her nails grazing his skin. Her knee strokes along his thigh.
Another inhalation, another bite, another shuddering gasp as he licks and sucks at the angry red crescent. Her hips rise beneath him, grinding against him.
For a moment, she wants him to do it. To break the skin. To penetrate her this way as well. She wants him in her blood. She holds onto that want, holds it tight.
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Date: 2009-04-10 05:18 am (UTC)Another inhalation, another bite, another shuddering gasp as he licks and sucks at the angry red crescent. Her hips rise beneath him, grinding against him.
For a moment, she wants him to do it. To break the skin. To penetrate her this way as well. She wants him in her blood. She holds onto that want, holds it tight.
Not now. Not yet.