larue: (the devil's language tastes of lust)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2014-11-30 02:57 pm (UTC)

Yeah. [ He's breathing that out as a shudder goes through him and then he's walking backwards and tugging you along for a bit before he's turning around so he can actually pick out the suite number that matches the card.

There. At the end of the hall.

Forgive him, if he swipes that card and opens the door but doesn't step through because he needs to drink from your lips all over again; one hand firm at the base of your neck as his free arm winds about your waist to pull you right up against him.

You are everything he could ever want or need right this very instant. Surely you know that? ]

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