[ She’s so warm against his lips that it’s nearly intoxicating, and all he can do is take what she gives him, filling up that new room with more kisses. He tries lightly nipping at her skin and soothing it with his tongue in the hopes that she likes it, because he’s otherwise worried about leaving marks, having the distinct feeling that Psyche might freak out later if he did.
But he huffs out a soft laugh against her neck when she says that, a smile on his lips. ]
Should I be more rough with you?
[ He can certainly do that, but he’s gotten the impression that she likes gentle. ]
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But he huffs out a soft laugh against her neck when she says that, a smile on his lips. ]
Should I be more rough with you?
[ He can certainly do that, but he’s gotten the impression that she likes gentle. ]