kneels before her, hands sliding up the length of her legs to pull them apart. "why don't you sit? i think it'll ruin the mood if your legs give out."

chills. always chills, never accounted for with his cool skin, but rather just his BARE TOUCH. god, she craves him achingly so, without fail, every time. hitched breath and flushed cheeks, and – her knees tremble as his hands skim into dangerously close territory. teeth catch lower lip and she nearly whimpers just at the husky sound of his voice when he speaks so lowly, in that tone. ❛ y—yeah, ❜ god, she’s so WEAK for him, ❛ good idea. ❜ and reaching down, her palms brush along his hair, pushing back loose strands before a finger grazes along his lower lip. ❛ right here ?? —- looks like a good spot. ❜
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