RONIN
This, Ronin realised, would mark the moment when it didn't quite feel fun any more. Beads of sweat glittered on his forehead and trickled down the back of his neck, his breath coming in quick pants, cheeks flushed red with raw need and no small amount of frustration. Safrin was exquisite and endless and gods he needed to finish buried deep inside her, if only she would let him. Her whispered words and hot tongue upon his neck drew a stuttering gasp from his chest, and he moaned his desire into the soft column of her neck.
"I want you," he whispered, the words barely formed on his lips, his mind and body too consumed with the way her hips rolled against him, the way his cock ached for her. "I love you-- ah-- more than anyone else." Did it matter if it was just a dream any more? (If only, Ronin). The Dark Star was pushed to the edge, a fire out of control, and he would eat himself alive soon without release.
"I want you," he whispered, the words barely formed on his lips, his mind and body too consumed with the way her hips rolled against him, the way his cock ached for her. "I love you-- ah-- more than anyone else." Did it matter if it was just a dream any more? (If only, Ronin). The Dark Star was pushed to the edge, a fire out of control, and he would eat himself alive soon without release.
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