RONIN
The need for her was dizzying now, and there was a heat in Ronin's cheeks too; every small amount of pleasure she deigned to show was enough to drive him wild, and he shivered as her arms twined about his neck. Safrin was a breath away, less even, and as she moved to wrap her legs about him he arched reflexively, wanting her so much closer, wanting to run his hands over her, to worship her with his mouth and his cock and to lose himself in her heat.
But still she teased, and he could do little more than stare, awed, lips parted and breath coming in soft pants quite without his permission. "I want you, Safrin," he repeated, his hands remaining at his sides with every ounce of control he had left. "Please - I want you. More than anyone else. More than anything."
But still she teased, and he could do little more than stare, awed, lips parted and breath coming in soft pants quite without his permission. "I want you, Safrin," he repeated, his hands remaining at his sides with every ounce of control he had left. "Please - I want you. More than anyone else. More than anything."
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