"Have I ever not meant it?" he counters, the words rough as he sinks into her, finds her slick and hot and perfect--and his, as much as he is hers. They belong together; meant for each other, for this moment, and all the others still to come. Keeping her pinned against the door, he finds a hard, perfect rhythm, his mouth hot on hers.
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Date: 2024-04-06 08:55 pm (UTC)