[ There's only so far he's willing to go, and so when the skin starts resisting his attempts to bite down harder he stops, holding the pressure for a moment. Breath comes out of his nose uncomfortably warm. All of this is uncomfortably warm, from her skin to the late winter evening to the flush of his ears. Everything is always uncomfortably warm.
But it's nice, her sweet and warm above him, gathering him up against her.
He releases the bite only a little less slowly than he bit down. ]
Anything.
[ He murmurs against her chest before kissing over the mark. ]
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But it's nice, her sweet and warm above him, gathering him up against her.
He releases the bite only a little less slowly than he bit down. ]
Anything.
[ He murmurs against her chest before kissing over the mark. ]