[Low, quiet words as her scent fills him now that he's so close. His fingers slowly slide and trace over the artery whose pulse beats so strongly beneath his touch. A strange ache fills him, that wanton desire for her taste almost overwhelming.
Almost.]
...So what can you offer me?
[He asks as the hand at her chest starts to move and rove higher towards the front where those hooks lie, fingers already forcibly tugging at them—but only to tease, not pull them apart yet.]
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[Low, quiet words as her scent fills him now that he's so close. His fingers slowly slide and trace over the artery whose pulse beats so strongly beneath his touch. A strange ache fills him, that wanton desire for her taste almost overwhelming.
Almost.]
...So what can you offer me?
[He asks as the hand at her chest starts to move and rove higher towards the front where those hooks lie, fingers already forcibly tugging at them—but only to tease, not pull them apart yet.]