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Evie
fear has favourites
Each time he swallows down those self-deprecating comments in deference to her love is another time she wins against all those demons in his head, and it makes her just as warm as his hands on her skin, his words against her throat. It prompts a crooning sigh from her breast all the same, because she will never tire of hearing his love spoken so plainly, the way she'd only ever read in books and never truly sought in all her rebellious, defensive years. She'd always envisioned melting anew each time hearing it, but it stokes a fire in her instead, a greed she'd never anticipated.
One that makes her impatient as Deimos lingers and teases, that's only cured by the way he bares himself at last. And she can't even fully appreciate it, with the way his fingers distract her so, light in terms of pressure but unerringly accurate. Her inner thighs begin a light tremble, clearly desiring more, but Evie has no such compunctions. Her hands trail down her beloved's body until both come to meet between his own thighs, gentle but persistent in pressure as she envelops his member immediately to shock the pleasure straight into his veins. "No teasing, love. I want you," she breathes against his lips. don't let one be you |
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