[ She lets him cling to her, hold her close, flush against him, and she can practically hear the hammering of his heartbeat, latching onto every ragged gasp and moan.
"Just like this," she can do.
She drags her teeth along his throat, higher to murmur against the shell of his ear. ]
One day, I'm going to make you beg for me.
[ And that's so much a promise as it might be a threat.
Her wrist twists on another upward stroke, pausing at the tip to trace over sensitive skin over and over in a slow circle. ]
I want you undone.
[ Undone and needy and pleading.
If he lets her, if he trusts her enough to see him that way. ]
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"Just like this," she can do.
She drags her teeth along his throat, higher to murmur against the shell of his ear. ]
One day, I'm going to make you beg for me.
[ And that's so much a promise as it might be a threat.
Her wrist twists on another upward stroke, pausing at the tip to trace over sensitive skin over and over in a slow circle. ]
I want you undone.
[ Undone and needy and pleading.
If he lets her, if he trusts her enough to see him that way. ]