[She does, and the way her knee hooks over his shoulder and pulls on him is quite telling to how much she more she actually wants. Her walls are already clenching around him, drawing him as deep as he will go, her own hips moving to match the dreadful and brutal pace he's set with his fingers.
She thought she'd been sated earlier, before they had even entered the dream. She was perfectly content and had easily drifted off to sleep, relaxed and in that state of soft, warm state of bliss that he so often puts her under... but she feels it now. She never was, or perhaps she never can be when it comes to him—it was only a seed planted for later, that would grow and grow into the terrible ache that she suffers through now...
One that he stubbornly refuses to ease.
He knows that this isn't enough. He knows that it won't fill her needs... and he still insists...
She asked for this. She wanted it. But now that she is here, she can feel the fires of her own desire burning hot, reflected in the way her eyes have darkened from the bright, vibrant reds to a saccharine brown, pupils blown wide in suppressed lust.]
You were supposed to be the one—
[To work for it, is what she means to say, but her voice is lost to the low, drawn-out, throaty moan that shatters out of her underneath a heave of her chest.]
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She thought she'd been sated earlier, before they had even entered the dream. She was perfectly content and had easily drifted off to sleep, relaxed and in that state of soft, warm state of bliss that he so often puts her under... but she feels it now. She never was, or perhaps she never can be when it comes to him—it was only a seed planted for later, that would grow and grow into the terrible ache that she suffers through now...
One that he stubbornly refuses to ease.
He knows that this isn't enough. He knows that it won't fill her needs... and he still insists...
She asked for this. She wanted it. But now that she is here, she can feel the fires of her own desire burning hot, reflected in the way her eyes have darkened from the bright, vibrant reds to a saccharine brown, pupils blown wide in suppressed lust.]
You were supposed to be the one—
[To work for it, is what she means to say, but her voice is lost to the low, drawn-out, throaty moan that shatters out of her underneath a heave of her chest.]