"Only you," he whispers, kissing the palm of her hand and leaning in again, taking the robes slowly from her shoulders, brushing his lips against her collarbone, her neck.
"I want to make you squeak, and writhe, and want-"
He brushes her hair back from her face, with both hands.
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:21 pm (UTC)"I want to make you squeak, and writhe, and want-"
He brushes her hair back from her face, with both hands.
"And feel utterly loved."