am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

The dark laughter that threatens to spill from Jack's lips is silenced the moment Flora's wild grip in his hair directs his mouth to her breast; there's no pausing, no telling her no, even if he wanted to (and he doesn't), his tongue flicking across her nipple, his hand skimming across the ragged lace still covering her hips. "I want you pinned right here, moaning my name," he whispers against her, trailing a line of kisses across her breast before settling to leave another bruising flower upon her skin.

"I want you to say you're mine." The admission is paired with his fingers hooking into her panties, and whether he drags them aside or rips them entirely isn't something Jack stops to check. And then she's there, slick and wet and open for him, the head of his cock pressing against her; it's a mere half second of hesitation, of course, before his hips drive forward, and nothing else remains between them.

A soft, muffled moan escapes his lips, half lost in the side of her neck, Jack hooking her legs around his waist even as he starts to move, each thrust hard and deep enough to rattle the headboard. "You're the only one I want like this," he whispers, the words almost inaudible against the shell of her ear.

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!