“Like that,” he smiles, his own nails digging into his leg betraying his cool exterior.
“After I’d bitten and kissed there,” he starts, breath hitching in his throat. It’s amazing what a naturally guilty Irish man will say in the throes of desire. “I’d bury my mouth and nose in those short curls of yours and inhale until I was drunk off the scent of you.”
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Date: 2024-07-18 12:49 pm (UTC)“Like that,” he smiles, his own nails digging into his leg betraying his cool exterior.
“After I’d bitten and kissed there,” he starts, breath hitching in his throat. It’s amazing what a naturally guilty Irish man will say in the throes of desire. “I’d bury my mouth and nose in those short curls of yours and inhale until I was drunk off the scent of you.”