[And she lends herself to it in turn. Something predatory and wild, leaning into his palm without even the slightest hint of bared teeth. Trust or acceptance or--
Just slow, quiet breaths cut short by the roll of his hips. Lets the desk dig into bone so the slim, muscled curves of her body can accommodate the angle he's working - so that she can feel it right down to the shudder in his shoulders from strain. Nails biting down into his skin as he returns the favor with his teeth.
God, the things she never thought she'd live for.]
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Just slow, quiet breaths cut short by the roll of his hips. Lets the desk dig into bone so the slim, muscled curves of her body can accommodate the angle he's working - so that she can feel it right down to the shudder in his shoulders from strain. Nails biting down into his skin as he returns the favor with his teeth.
God, the things she never thought she'd live for.]