[ the first time she starts to lift her head, a dizziness claims her. she slides her legs against his shoulders just to feel more of the contact, to stir that warmth, to bask in the ambient glow that lingers with her ending. his head tilts in her hands and she hazards another lift of her head to look down at him.
where was the stone-faced killer he had been? he is so raw as he looks up at her now that she is struck suddenly with the contrast. his need broadcast openly for her, unreservedly. she strokes the side of his face and lets her knees slip off his shoulders, spreading her thighs wider.
dampness trickles down the curve of her body, smearing the edge of the desk as she shifts again. they have ruined this haven. ]
Come here.
[ she grasps for him with both hands, pulling at his shoulders to compel him to join her up on the desk. left behind in the wake of their frantic congress was the same soul-deep ache which has always plagued her. for warmth. companionship. closeness. for him. ]
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where was the stone-faced killer he had been? he is so raw as he looks up at her now that she is struck suddenly with the contrast. his need broadcast openly for her, unreservedly. she strokes the side of his face and lets her knees slip off his shoulders, spreading her thighs wider.
dampness trickles down the curve of her body, smearing the edge of the desk as she shifts again. they have ruined this haven. ]
Come here.
[ she grasps for him with both hands, pulling at his shoulders to compel him to join her up on the desk. left behind in the wake of their frantic congress was the same soul-deep ache which has always plagued her. for warmth. companionship. closeness. for him. ]