[ He groans against her as her nails score her back – not enough to hurt, but enough to feel, and heat surges through to his gut, screams through his veins. Her hands on his back, the warmth of her palms against his already blazing skin, leaves him dizzy, leaves him, breathless, wanting. He bites at her neck, teeth grazing the tendon, easing it away with a swipe of his tongue.
And when she says his name like that, rough and filled with desire, he lets out another moan.
He wants— needs— wants— needs— more. It shrieks through every nerve, every fiber of his being demanding contact, like he needs to be touched, that he needs to touch, and he can hardly help the way his hands explore her skin, like they move of their own accord.
He pulls himself away, readying himself to lift Gamora onto the counter, but when he pulls back, his head swims, the room sways, and grunts out a startled sound, his hands leaving Gamora to catch himself on the edge of the counter, to press against his brow. He screws his eyes shut against the spinning of the room, and once everything settles, he goes right back to kissing Gamora.
Apparently this need has burned that sense of self-preservation right out of him. ]
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And when she says his name like that, rough and filled with desire, he lets out another moan.
He wants— needs— wants— needs— more. It shrieks through every nerve, every fiber of his being demanding contact, like he needs to be touched, that he needs to touch, and he can hardly help the way his hands explore her skin, like they move of their own accord.
He pulls himself away, readying himself to lift Gamora onto the counter, but when he pulls back, his head swims, the room sways, and grunts out a startled sound, his hands leaving Gamora to catch himself on the edge of the counter, to press against his brow. He screws his eyes shut against the spinning of the room, and once everything settles, he goes right back to kissing Gamora.
Apparently this need has burned that sense of self-preservation right out of him. ]