[ She likes the noise he makes, the urgency of it, the way she feels his body shudder as he exhales, all tense and laden with that pent-up need she's feeling too. Whatever else is going on around them, it no longer matters -- if the floor creaks and the walls tremble, it only feels appropriate, under the weight of all that desire bearing down, finally breaking through to spill unbuffered into physicality.
Ciri arches beneath his hands, pressing her hips harder against his with a deep inhale. The breath escapes again in faint groan of protestation when he pulls back.
But before she can actually complain or misunderstand his intentions, he wisely focuses her attention elsewhere. Hot breath on the side of her neck. Warm and wet. She shivers, and -- at the press of teeth -- moans and tips her head back and to the side to telegraph how fully she gives him permission to keep going, just like that. ]
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Ciri arches beneath his hands, pressing her hips harder against his with a deep inhale. The breath escapes again in faint groan of protestation when he pulls back.
But before she can actually complain or misunderstand his intentions, he wisely focuses her attention elsewhere. Hot breath on the side of her neck. Warm and wet. She shivers, and -- at the press of teeth -- moans and tips her head back and to the side to telegraph how fully she gives him permission to keep going, just like that. ]