[ Itโs a new mouth, an unfamiliar person, and yet this part is so, so familiar: that immediate flaring hunger in the kiss, the mark of someone who runs headlong into every experience life has to offer. Which is wholeheartedly her type, considering Astrid tends to do the same thing, barreling herself straight into trouble (both the good and the bad). Steal that drink, steal that kiss, because you never really know when you wonโt be able to—
Her arms twine around his neck and she crushes herself to him; how convenient, that theyโre already naked, that thereโs nothing separating her from that broad expanse of wet slippery skin. A part of her had seen this coming. Whenever she goes for a man, they tend to be the same type: rough scratchy stubble and muscle, like any brawny Avvar lad sheโd tumbled into bed with before. ]
You might look good in blue and red but I admit a real selfish liking for you like this, [ she muses, her mouth against Gannicusโ jaw as she throws back to their earlier conversation, nipping at his ear. ]
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Her arms twine around his neck and she crushes herself to him; how convenient, that theyโre already naked, that thereโs nothing separating her from that broad expanse of wet slippery skin. A part of her had seen this coming. Whenever she goes for a man, they tend to be the same type: rough scratchy stubble and muscle, like any brawny Avvar lad sheโd tumbled into bed with before. ]
You might look good in blue and red but I admit a real selfish liking for you like this, [ she muses, her mouth against Gannicusโ jaw as she throws back to their earlier conversation, nipping at his ear. ]