[ Astrid makes a desperate noise as she readjusts to the feeling again, a moan as she tilts her jaw to grant him better access, with his teeth and tongue and a bruise sheโll be able to savour tomorrow. Good. Yes. Sheโd suspected he might be good at this part.
When it comes to distractions, this is one of her favourites: the rest of the world and its worries fading and receding away, replaced with the all-consuming simple focus of warm skin on skin, the pleasant friction and sensation of being filled with him, as she maintains her precarious balance on the edge of the stone. With each thrust, her fingernails unconsciously dig harder into his shoulder as she holds on; raking her own marks into his skin. She gasps an unintelligible Avvar curse at a particularly sharp snap of his hips, followed by his name. ] Gannicus—
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When it comes to distractions, this is one of her favourites: the rest of the world and its worries fading and receding away, replaced with the all-consuming simple focus of warm skin on skin, the pleasant friction and sensation of being filled with him, as she maintains her precarious balance on the edge of the stone. With each thrust, her fingernails unconsciously dig harder into his shoulder as she holds on; raking her own marks into his skin. She gasps an unintelligible Avvar curse at a particularly sharp snap of his hips, followed by his name. ] Gannicus—