[She tries not to shiver too much under his gaze, but even that alone—never mind his hands at her back and her hip, or the way his mouth descends over her neck—is enough to make her knees weaken and buckle under her. This... it makes her arch into him instinctively, the flush across her skin deepening when he feels his teeth sink gently into her.
But not here—not yet.
Or so she will try to tell herself as she tries to gently nudge him away, though her fight is barely there.]
Yes, but... [She bites back a moan before the rest of it can escape, and the flowers that pulse red across their walls and ceiling betray her.] ... A little more.
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But not here—not yet.
Or so she will try to tell herself as she tries to gently nudge him away, though her fight is barely there.]
Yes, but... [She bites back a moan before the rest of it can escape, and the flowers that pulse red across their walls and ceiling betray her.] ... A little more.