[This movement is familiar. This interaction of him beneath her and her riding him is something she knows so well. Her body is well primed to find pleasure and completion like this, and it doesn't occur to her that before she can get there, he might decide to switch things up on them again.
One moment she is driving down against his hips with a sharp sound of pleasure to have him so deep--and the next she is falling, bodily moved from her perch on his hips to flat on her back beneath him. With her wrists pinned to the bed she arches up from it sharply, knees bending and legs rising up on either side of him as she shudders. Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, eyes wide and dark but for the way her wolf stares out from them. His strength and speed is startling, and that he uses it with her in his bed for this purpose arouses her deeply.
She is wet and slick, and she cries out his name as he takes her the way she had imagined most all this time. It is rough and fast and satisfies the cravings she had during their breakfast, when she'd had to take herself outside into the cold air to calm down. Eun does not submit, but she surrenders willingly to the drive of his hips and the possessive touch of his hands that tell her she belongs to him now.
There is no argument, no quarrel from her with that. She is his, and as soon as her arms are free she wraps them around him as possessively to tell him the same. He is hers now, and her palms splay wide against his back as if she can hold that much more of him. Eun cries out his name as he continues, relentlessly pushing her on. Her fingers curl tight into his muscle before the tips of her nails find his skin. They dig tighter into him, too overwhelmed to even realize or worry about not hurting him, but not yet dragging down. Lips parted, she moans his name, urging him on with praise for how good he's making her feel.]
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One moment she is driving down against his hips with a sharp sound of pleasure to have him so deep--and the next she is falling, bodily moved from her perch on his hips to flat on her back beneath him. With her wrists pinned to the bed she arches up from it sharply, knees bending and legs rising up on either side of him as she shudders. Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, eyes wide and dark but for the way her wolf stares out from them. His strength and speed is startling, and that he uses it with her in his bed for this purpose arouses her deeply.
She is wet and slick, and she cries out his name as he takes her the way she had imagined most all this time. It is rough and fast and satisfies the cravings she had during their breakfast, when she'd had to take herself outside into the cold air to calm down. Eun does not submit, but she surrenders willingly to the drive of his hips and the possessive touch of his hands that tell her she belongs to him now.
There is no argument, no quarrel from her with that. She is his, and as soon as her arms are free she wraps them around him as possessively to tell him the same. He is hers now, and her palms splay wide against his back as if she can hold that much more of him. Eun cries out his name as he continues, relentlessly pushing her on. Her fingers curl tight into his muscle before the tips of her nails find his skin. They dig tighter into him, too overwhelmed to even realize or worry about not hurting him, but not yet dragging down. Lips parted, she moans his name, urging him on with praise for how good he's making her feel.]