[ She is breathtaking. His breathing is shallow, his hands firm on her hips as she moves above him. The pressure builds with each pass and his lips part, throat dry and mouth hungry for her everything.
It's her groan that undoes him.
He had deliberately chosen to let her lead, too enamored with the newness of their dynamic and the idea that he might follow. But he can only take so much. He was not lying when he'd told her that she would be the ruin of him. But she too was correct when she countered that she would be his salvation.
Werewolf reflexes mean speed, strength. And he knows how to weild both with efficiency. She is under him from one breath to the next; his lips crushed against hers as he captures her wrists to pin both above her head so he can show her exactly how he means to love her.
There is nothing helpless about his lovely Eun. He likes that. He loves that she does not submit. Because it is a gift when she lets him touch her like this. That she confesses desires that echo his own.
He takes her with abandon, setting the pace hard and urgent as if it will be the death of him if he does not have her. Eventually, he lets her hands go in favor of letting his palms mold over the shape her body as if to say: you are mine, now.
He will push her to quivering, until she is shivering in his arms and scratching at his back while begging for release. ]
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It's her groan that undoes him.
He had deliberately chosen to let her lead, too enamored with the newness of their dynamic and the idea that he might follow. But he can only take so much. He was not lying when he'd told her that she would be the ruin of him. But she too was correct when she countered that she would be his salvation.
Werewolf reflexes mean speed, strength. And he knows how to weild both with efficiency. She is under him from one breath to the next; his lips crushed against hers as he captures her wrists to pin both above her head so he can show her exactly how he means to love her.
There is nothing helpless about his lovely Eun. He likes that. He loves that she does not submit. Because it is a gift when she lets him touch her like this. That she confesses desires that echo his own.
He takes her with abandon, setting the pace hard and urgent as if it will be the death of him if he does not have her. Eventually, he lets her hands go in favor of letting his palms mold over the shape her body as if to say: you are mine, now.
He will push her to quivering, until she is shivering in his arms and scratching at his back while begging for release. ]