[ The hand not pinned to the wall reaches, practically clings to Wriothesley as his thrusts rock her forcefully into the wall, each movement filling the air with the slap of skin on skin, the wet sound of his cock fucking deep into the heat of her cunt, the sound of his gasps and her moans as he shifts her body to fuck her at a better angle for them both. Navia's eyes roll back in their sockets, teeth scraping against the tongue that rolls into her mouth.
When she breaks the kiss, it's to press her lips to his jaw, his cheek, his ear, tongue laving over the shell before she breathes her desire for him to hear, her breath short and shaky and edged with wanton moans. The anticipation is the sweetest kind of murder, only adding to the sensation of each powerful thrust he makes into her body. ]
Mm, I'm looking forward to it. [ A soft chuckle. ] Is that wrong of me?
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When she breaks the kiss, it's to press her lips to his jaw, his cheek, his ear, tongue laving over the shell before she breathes her desire for him to hear, her breath short and shaky and edged with wanton moans. The anticipation is the sweetest kind of murder, only adding to the sensation of each powerful thrust he makes into her body. ]
Mm, I'm looking forward to it. [ A soft chuckle. ] Is that wrong of me?