[ He feels her buckle and he is unable to resist nipping her shoulder in a bid of possessiveness. Asil snakes an arm around her waist, drawing her back against him while offering support, even as he strokes her with even more urgency.
He scents her desire, her arousal. And the plea she wraps around the syllables of his name is music to his ears. ]
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He scents her desire, her arousal. And the plea she wraps around the syllables of his name is music to his ears. ]
Tell me what you want, Eun.