[The way he's kissing her feels like he might actually consume her. He already occupies her thoughts and has worked his way into her heart. He has her body whenever either of them would like, but this feels like he's laying claim to her in a different way. Not that she thinks he's possessive, that he even wants to claim her as his. But the hunger he's openly showing to her now leaves her defenseless to resist or deny him.
A groan catches in her throat as she loses herself in him, a heat and desperation to her kiss that echoes his need for her. She always wants him, finds herself craving him when she least expects it. It's like he's taken root within her, the connection steadily and surely growing as he makes her feel like she's made of sunlight.
This isn't just sex, she knows. It's fueled by emotion and this consuming connection they share. In the back of her mind, she realizes this could be dangerous. They're both diving into this without looking back, not thinking of the consequences. When they're this close and he can make her feel this alive, consequences can be damned.]
We should -
[She manages to get out the words, her lips still against his. The hand on her broken arm touches lightly at his chest, just so she can check and make sure if she's getting his heart racing as well as he's doing with hers. Even the anticipation alone is enough to leave her wanting.]
My bed.
[If they're going to keep going, they should probably relocate over to her side of the room.]
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A groan catches in her throat as she loses herself in him, a heat and desperation to her kiss that echoes his need for her. She always wants him, finds herself craving him when she least expects it. It's like he's taken root within her, the connection steadily and surely growing as he makes her feel like she's made of sunlight.
This isn't just sex, she knows. It's fueled by emotion and this consuming connection they share. In the back of her mind, she realizes this could be dangerous. They're both diving into this without looking back, not thinking of the consequences. When they're this close and he can make her feel this alive, consequences can be damned.]
We should -
[She manages to get out the words, her lips still against his. The hand on her broken arm touches lightly at his chest, just so she can check and make sure if she's getting his heart racing as well as he's doing with hers. Even the anticipation alone is enough to leave her wanting.]
My bed.
[If they're going to keep going, they should probably relocate over to her side of the room.]