She flushes, hair brushing forward over her shoulders as she ducks her head under the attention and focus of his gaze. Kissing his lips softer in a soft apology for the bite, she looked up at him at the way he said her name.
She can feel him, the strength he is holding back as his hands curl around her hips and grip her tight. Her body is an ode to her work; marks, bruises, scratches, scars and she doesn't mind adding one more to it. His mark on her, his impression. Another line in her story, another moment etched on her skin.
Looking up at him at her name on his lips, she reached forward placing her finger against his lips.
"Hm?" A soft question before her head nods ever so slightly. Her hand sliding, curling around the back of his head as she drew his lips closer and kissed him. Her lips parted as she moaned at the brush of his hips, the warmth heat and shudder she feels at the too brief contact. She wants him.
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Date: 2012-08-06 08:23 am (UTC)She can feel him, the strength he is holding back as his hands curl around her hips and grip her tight. Her body is an ode to her work; marks, bruises, scratches, scars and she doesn't mind adding one more to it. His mark on her, his impression. Another line in her story, another moment etched on her skin.
Looking up at him at her name on his lips, she reached forward placing her finger against his lips.
"Hm?" A soft question before her head nods ever so slightly. Her hand sliding, curling around the back of his head as she drew his lips closer and kissed him. Her lips parted as she moaned at the brush of his hips, the warmth heat and shudder she feels at the too brief contact. She wants him.