[He can feel the heat of your skin against his own just as much as he can feel you hardening in his grip. He always gets a bit of a high from doing something like this to somebody like you. The way he loves you, after all, is dark as it is beautiful: it's a love that makes him want to strip every bit of you down and peel all of your defenses away in order to see exactly what lies beneath, even if he knows that all of it is his for the taking just as whatever lurks within his heart is yours.
It used to worry him, whether this sort of devotion from him would be something that you could take. You have told him time and again, though, that you are not going anywhere. He'll just have to believe you.]
Take me with this. [He's bent down, just so, in order to whisper that to you. He's then punctuating that statement with the way his tongue traces along the curve of your ear.] Please.
[You are not the first person who could make him feel this way, but you are the only person, at this moment, that he is willing to be this open and this vulnerable to. You're the only one who can make every cell in his body beg.]
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It used to worry him, whether this sort of devotion from him would be something that you could take. You have told him time and again, though, that you are not going anywhere. He'll just have to believe you.]
Take me with this. [He's bent down, just so, in order to whisper that to you. He's then punctuating that statement with the way his tongue traces along the curve of your ear.] Please.
[You are not the first person who could make him feel this way, but you are the only person, at this moment, that he is willing to be this open and this vulnerable to. You're the only one who can make every cell in his body beg.]