[ The roar in his ears as he pushes into the still breathing parts of him is loud as the void itself, loud as the blood in his mind. His breath hot against her cheek, her neck, a churn that is as inconstant as the tide in his blood. Feeling her ride it high against him. Drag her into it, because he know, it will make them sick - but whatever else in her mind, this would just be one more deep sickness to the depths of her.
Fair, that it should come from her.
He jerks hard into her, his fingers riding up where they're blunt tipped and searching against her, tilting her face up to deny her the brush of her teeth and claws. ] I wonder if our masters know just how much you need this?
[ He knows, the way he knows that when he squeezes her throat that little bit, that she enjoys the idea of this too much. His violence bridled and intent on pleasing her, for just a moment, to see him all unravelled against her. Needs it like he needs the way her teeth set into his lip, the way he bites back at her jaw when her nails score his back like he hopes leave open wounds but won't stay. ]
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Fair, that it should come from her.
He jerks hard into her, his fingers riding up where they're blunt tipped and searching against her, tilting her face up to deny her the brush of her teeth and claws. ] I wonder if our masters know just how much you need this?
[ He knows, the way he knows that when he squeezes her throat that little bit, that she enjoys the idea of this too much. His violence bridled and intent on pleasing her, for just a moment, to see him all unravelled against her. Needs it like he needs the way her teeth set into his lip, the way he bites back at her jaw when her nails score his back like he hopes leave open wounds but won't stay. ]