[ If he had a bit more focus, the demand might have made him laugh. Stopping is about the furthest thing from his mind right now, with heat and pleasure singing through his system, pooling low in his gut, molten and golden.
As it stands, he responds to her words with another bite on the meat of her shoulder, smoothing over the mark with the flat of his tongue. He drives into her, again and again, over and over; he never would have used this sort of force with anyone else, would have worried too much about hurting them. With Gamora, he knows she likes it this way, when she's in the mood for it, and knows she can gladly take anything he might throw her way.
If she couldn't, if she didn't want to, he trusts that she'd tell him. ]
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As it stands, he responds to her words with another bite on the meat of her shoulder, smoothing over the mark with the flat of his tongue. He drives into her, again and again, over and over; he never would have used this sort of force with anyone else, would have worried too much about hurting them. With Gamora, he knows she likes it this way, when she's in the mood for it, and knows she can gladly take anything he might throw her way.
If she couldn't, if she didn't want to, he trusts that she'd tell him. ]