i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Lacking the demigod strength needed to truly enact the things Ever's mind told him he was capable of, his eagerness to please was not hindered by any physical clumsiness on his part. With his hands fit smoothly around her ass to keep her secured, Ever thrust his hips forward again and again, feeling deliciously caged by the way her legs were locked around his waist and how her arms were tightened around his neck.
"Anything for you," he panted against her, his pace increasing until the only word to properly describe his actions was fucking, and gods but he loved fucking her. "I wish there was a mirror." Ever moaned against the swell of Isla's shoulder. Not the most imaginative of men, even the meagre images he blended together in his mind of what the pair of them might look like was enough to have his breath hitching in his throat.
"Anything for you," he panted against her, his pace increasing until the only word to properly describe his actions was fucking, and gods but he loved fucking her. "I wish there was a mirror." Ever moaned against the swell of Isla's shoulder. Not the most imaginative of men, even the meagre images he blended together in his mind of what the pair of them might look like was enough to have his breath hitching in his throat.
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