Every brush of teeth or draw on his skin, hot and wet and throbbing as capillaries ruptured and each mark began to form made his head spin, brief flares of pain melting into liquid heat that made it harder to take his time, wound him tighter, drove him deeper and faster into her body.
She wasn't just marking him, she was fucking feasting on him--and it damn near made him feel like a god.
It definitely had him laughing a little, a thin, helpless, half drunk sound as he twisted his head to kiss her temple and growl in her ear.
"Not gonna be able to hold out much longer if you keep doin' that, Regina. It's too good, to goddamn good--you are too goddamn good..."
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-20 04:14 am (UTC)She wasn't just marking him, she was fucking feasting on him--and it damn near made him feel like a god.
It definitely had him laughing a little, a thin, helpless, half drunk sound as he twisted his head to kiss her temple and growl in her ear.
"Not gonna be able to hold out much longer if you keep doin' that, Regina. It's too good, to goddamn good--you are too goddamn good..."