[He knows, he know perfectly just what she desires, and more than happily gives it to her. There is that barrier to him, a bridge that is not always drawn down, but there is also generosity to him. It's precious, those little things that make him him.
She meets him, matching the pace that he sets, chasing after that release that draws ever closer. It's heavily hooded eyes that keep hold of Alucard's, as he isn't wrong. She dearly loves to watch those emotions roll across his face, the vulnerability that he is willing to share in it. And as much as she wants her own release, she isn't entirely greedy and oh, how she does love to watch his hit him.
Her forehead rests against his, those low moans and soft pants a song from her, proof of her own pleasures. And yet she pushes, driving him on, pushes him as she squeezes with intent with her walls around him each time he buries deep, legs adding to that as she adds that small grinding circular motion. Her lips ghost over his, light as an angel's wings as pushes. Harder, deeper, faster.]
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She meets him, matching the pace that he sets, chasing after that release that draws ever closer. It's heavily hooded eyes that keep hold of Alucard's, as he isn't wrong. She dearly loves to watch those emotions roll across his face, the vulnerability that he is willing to share in it. And as much as she wants her own release, she isn't entirely greedy and oh, how she does love to watch his hit him.
Her forehead rests against his, those low moans and soft pants a song from her, proof of her own pleasures. And yet she pushes, driving him on, pushes him as she squeezes with intent with her walls around him each time he buries deep, legs adding to that as she adds that small grinding circular motion. Her lips ghost over his, light as an angel's wings as pushes. Harder, deeper, faster.]