( this is what he needed, what he craved: her jagged edges harsh against his. he has his wish; this base need for something other than quiet and inaction fulfilled. to hurt and be hurt. his lips press and move with hers, the kiss hungry and brutal and pleasurable only in its rawness. it's not until her nails score crescents into his scalp that he feels a pure flare of lust. his breath is heavy through his nose as he makes a sound: a low rumble at the bite of pain.
his fingers, still hard as a vice around one of her arms, let go. his mouth softens and opens to hers as his arms wrap like a cord about her waist, pressing and pulling her in. )
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his fingers, still hard as a vice around one of her arms, let go. his mouth softens and opens to hers as his arms wrap like a cord about her waist, pressing and pulling her in. )