[ Everything about him is perfect. The thought rings so bright and clear in her mind as she gazes up at him with adoration she doesn't bother to hide. The way he smiles making his face light up from the inside out, the press of his fingers into her curves adding to the myriad of scars some faded and some fresher than others; the sharp bite of his teeth to her nipples, a delicious contrast to the warmth that pools between them - all of them are marks she's proud to wear if only because it's proof that he's claimed her.
Her strong thighs frame and press into his hips like they were always meant to fit there and her walls clench tightly around his length as if there was a risk of him leaving her. At his behest she does what he asks, wanting to make him feel as good as she does. Crescent moons from where she clings onto him appear on his shoulders and his back, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly enough to ensure that there will be traces of her in the morning.
As he rocks into her they settle into an easy rhythm, the sound of how wet she is for him fueling the desire in her belly. A hand buries in his hair, tugging tight as she keens. ]
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Her strong thighs frame and press into his hips like they were always meant to fit there and her walls clench tightly around his length as if there was a risk of him leaving her. At his behest she does what he asks, wanting to make him feel as good as she does. Crescent moons from where she clings onto him appear on his shoulders and his back, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly enough to ensure that there will be traces of her in the morning.
As he rocks into her they settle into an easy rhythm, the sound of how wet she is for him fueling the desire in her belly. A hand buries in his hair, tugging tight as she keens. ]
I want you nice and deep, Basch. Don't hold back.