[ Her breath catches, stuck in her throat for a few moments before she remembers to exhale in a shaky moan. She's getting used to it still, the feeling of someone else's touch -- it's been some time.
The way he says her name convinces her more than the sensation even, feels more intimate somehow than his touch. The low rasp of his voice is a spark through her whole body, a caress that sends a shiver through her limbs.
Ciri rolls her hips into his hand with another throaty whimper. ]
Y-you can keep going... [ she suggests, almost pleads, but it isn't a command. There is a want in her voice, verging on desperation, quivering anticipation in each movement. She melts under his touch, lets him lead in a way he might not be used to from her. This is uncharted territory, and she lets him forge his path, to see what he will do. Not sure quite yet what she wants, except more, of him and of this and hearing him want her. ]
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The way he says her name convinces her more than the sensation even, feels more intimate somehow than his touch. The low rasp of his voice is a spark through her whole body, a caress that sends a shiver through her limbs.
Ciri rolls her hips into his hand with another throaty whimper. ]
Y-you can keep going... [ she suggests, almost pleads, but it isn't a command. There is a want in her voice, verging on desperation, quivering anticipation in each movement. She melts under his touch, lets him lead in a way he might not be used to from her. This is uncharted territory, and she lets him forge his path, to see what he will do. Not sure quite yet what she wants, except more, of him and of this and hearing him want her. ]