[ The mewl makes his blood sing, a plucked chord. Her shiver sparks his, racing up his body and out his mouth in a sigh. He can never presume to 'be someone' in her presence: he is only what she makes him -– and often, who she shatters him into. And for now he'd just her Chevalier. ]
[ His only purpose is to give his Queen a satisfying ride. ]
[ His hand, starfished across her back, slides down to one of her legs, hooked around him. He lets it rest there, feeling smooth skin and the strain and flex of muscle -- a sensate weathervane. Teeth biting the sensitive skin of her inner-thigh, his long hair a cool tickling brush, before his mouth presses to the center of her heat. He doesn't insinuate. He doesn't tease. He tastes with a cool wet tongue and long slow licks. ]
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[ His only purpose is to give his Queen a satisfying ride. ]
[ His hand, starfished across her back, slides down to one of her legs, hooked around him. He lets it rest there, feeling smooth skin and the strain and flex of muscle -- a sensate weathervane. Teeth biting the sensitive skin of her inner-thigh, his long hair a cool tickling brush, before his mouth presses to the center of her heat. He doesn't insinuate. He doesn't tease. He tastes with a cool wet tongue and long slow licks. ]