#were fucking in a forest midwinter and a Distracting Moment happened

[thedevillionaire]

sensoria

Mouth. Tongue. And hands. Feathering over the nape of her neck, down her arms, around her waist. Tightening, just a little. Just enough. More. Body heat against the winter’s chill, and she shifts even nearer, pressing herself to him. Her hands sliding under his coat. Urgency. The brocade textures of his vest, the dartdance of delicate fingers freeing constraints, here let me help you, and ohh that sigh he gives. The firm contours of his body. Her pulse rapid. Breathe. The way he looks at her. Emerald flame. Hunger.

The bite of the wind an incision but it’s no competition for carnal desire. Need. The inevitability of his reaction and a demanding unstoppable interruption finds her held tight against his chest in cover, an embrace insistent forceful protective, his physical heat a stark contrast to the icy air as with sharpgasped deep inhalation, deeper again, he turns to surrender and

hh-HHH

all she feels is

(the catch in his breath the race of her heartbeat his need oncoming her need oncoming their need oncoming and)

h-hhHHAAAHTSCH-uu!

fire.

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