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Evie
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Her name has never sounded sweeter than on his lips, muted beneath these tarps and blankets until it’s meant only for her ears, not even the greater room. She hadn’t anticipated needing him this badly, so suddenly and voraciously. It means a swift rise, an inevitably swift end. Evie doesn’t bother trying to fight it, especially not with Deimos’ encouragement striking best into her veins.
One of her hands releases to drift down between her thighs, content to put on a show instead of letting him get her off. Her hips jerk immediately, and she curls forward, the hand that had been on Deimos’ forearm balancing on his chest instead to give her the better angle to bounce her hips back against him. If she wasn’t so consumed, perhaps she’d say something like ‘as you wish’ - but there is only the whine of his name as she brings herself to completion atop him, shuddering and clenching around him as she draws out each wave until she nearly collapses on top of his torso, breathing hard. “Now you,” she urges breathlessly against his neck. don't let one be you |
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