( there is no distance. he eschews every inch of it, only her hands pulling him in, every part of her rediscovering and known again, wrapped up with him. his breath catches and his lashes lower at her exquisite allure and dark intent, and when her lips descend on his, his fingers are already curling into a fist into her hair, tilting her face to the side to meet her.
and he groans, face flushing hot, heart racing at the friction and pleasure of her, from the wet, tender heat of their kiss to his hard arousal pressed between them. his arm, wedged beneath her, squeezes her impossibly closer, needy as his hips roll. his other hand maps a path up her thigh, from her hip to the curve of her spine to the nape of her neck. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
and he groans, face flushing hot, heart racing at the friction and pleasure of her, from the wet, tender heat of their kiss to his hard arousal pressed between them. his arm, wedged beneath her, squeezes her impossibly closer, needy as his hips roll. his other hand maps a path up her thigh, from her hip to the curve of her spine to the nape of her neck. )