He tips his head to the side as she begins to work at his neck, his pulse quickening under her lips, spiking at the feel of her teeth. He buries his fingers in her wild hair, combing through its softness, breathing into it.
He's backed her up enough so that the backs of her knees nudge the edge of the bed. That glorious bed that they can lose themselves in.
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Date: 2015-01-16 06:44 pm (UTC)He's backed her up enough so that the backs of her knees nudge the edge of the bed. That glorious bed that they can lose themselves in.