[ the pain sparks like fireworks, sudden and bright and overwhelming, but dulls to ember just as fast. that dim, glowing heat lingers, reminding her of everywhere he's been. she shudders, tensing and bucking into the contact instead of flinching away from it; though it hurts, it feels real. this is primal and animal, offering reprieve from the cold distance of civility, from the silent unease of his efforts to submit himself to her.
she cries out, a gasping sound that encourages him on, and when he loosens his grip on her, she withdraws her hands to support herself on her elbows so she can look down on him with dark and hungry eyes. as she helps him strip her out of her underwear, there's a sense of loss — a lack of friction that the stiff evidence of her effect on him had provided with each rocking motion — but also anticipation that tightens her gut.
and here is softness, near reverence. she reaches down to tousle his hair, to thread her fingers through it and snag and pull just a little too hard until she can feel the sting of it creeping up the back of her neck too. this is what she wants from him. that stinging attention that will take as long to fade as those bruises.
not for the first time she is struck by how beautiful he looks, crouched between her thighs, teeth bared. the galaxy be damned, it is the sense of ownership she feels over him like this that makes this worth it. he's always been a dog of the first order, but he's her dog now. tame, perhaps, but with a bit of the wolf not entirely bred out of him. she bites down on her lip and her heel bears down between his shoulder blades to draw him closer, permission and demand in the same stroke. ]
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she cries out, a gasping sound that encourages him on, and when he loosens his grip on her, she withdraws her hands to support herself on her elbows so she can look down on him with dark and hungry eyes. as she helps him strip her out of her underwear, there's a sense of loss — a lack of friction that the stiff evidence of her effect on him had provided with each rocking motion — but also anticipation that tightens her gut.
and here is softness, near reverence. she reaches down to tousle his hair, to thread her fingers through it and snag and pull just a little too hard until she can feel the sting of it creeping up the back of her neck too. this is what she wants from him. that stinging attention that will take as long to fade as those bruises.
not for the first time she is struck by how beautiful he looks, crouched between her thighs, teeth bared. the galaxy be damned, it is the sense of ownership she feels over him like this that makes this worth it. he's always been a dog of the first order, but he's her dog now. tame, perhaps, but with a bit of the wolf not entirely bred out of him. she bites down on her lip and her heel bears down between his shoulder blades to draw him closer, permission and demand in the same stroke. ]