[ He gasps as her nails dig in, leaving red furrows. Dips his head to crush their lips together, teeth catching, blood slicking the already coppery kiss. All black-burn and energy and violence -- but with something so sweet and needy darkening the edges of every touch. He's no more a creature born for patience than she. Especially not now, when he has everything he most wants. ]
[ Her presence in the City, his arms, his each waking thought, is precious and terrifying. ]
[ Not wanting to balance on one arm, to deny himself the chance to touch her, he rolls them onto their sides, her thigh notched over his hip. Starts a hard grinding rhythm, deep pressure and slick friction, his palm spanning the warm expanse of her back, splaying to dig into her hip, hard enough to bruise. But his kisses to her mouth are worshipful, blissful -- a pure inverse of the feral atmosphere spinning between them. ]
[ Even in the midst of their most filthy and violent games, he's always the one figuratively prostrated at her feet. ]
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[ Her presence in the City, his arms, his each waking thought, is precious and terrifying. ]
[ Not wanting to balance on one arm, to deny himself the chance to touch her, he rolls them onto their sides, her thigh notched over his hip. Starts a hard grinding rhythm, deep pressure and slick friction, his palm spanning the warm expanse of her back, splaying to dig into her hip, hard enough to bruise. But his kisses to her mouth are worshipful, blissful -- a pure inverse of the feral atmosphere spinning between them. ]
[ Even in the midst of their most filthy and violent games, he's always the one figuratively prostrated at her feet. ]