[ He lets her take his shirt, moving to help hurry the removal of the fabric off his torso. He needs her skin on his. Roughly, he manages: ]
I will replace this.
[ It's a promise. Even as the fabric rips from behind, his mouth finding the patch of skin revealed by her shirt's vee before he discards the shirt to the floor.
He wants her naked so he can kiss her in the places he's tortured himself with dreams of. But he satisfies the need of the beast by pressing his mouth to the vulnerable flesh between her ribs.
She's as sweet as he remembers her being that morning when she'd first come to visit his home. His fingers make quick work of her belt, the buckle ringing lightly against the terracota tile as he begins to focus on easing her jeans down her hips. ]
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I will replace this.
[ It's a promise. Even as the fabric rips from behind, his mouth finding the patch of skin revealed by her shirt's vee before he discards the shirt to the floor.
He wants her naked so he can kiss her in the places he's tortured himself with dreams of. But he satisfies the need of the beast by pressing his mouth to the vulnerable flesh between her ribs.
She's as sweet as he remembers her being that morning when she'd first come to visit his home. His fingers make quick work of her belt, the buckle ringing lightly against the terracota tile as he begins to focus on easing her jeans down her hips. ]