[ He gasps out her name like a prayer-- if he even knew what that sounds like. But it's awed and overwhelmed and grateful, in a way, utterly lost in pleasure and the moment. He repeats her name as he kisses his way hungrily down her neck, sucking kisses and the bare graze of teeth.
Rowan tries to keep a steady rhythm but cannot help himself. It builds, faster and harder in increments with every thrust. He does not kiss her lips again, wanting to hear her say his name again, wanting to make her gasp and moan and know that he's doing well by the sounds she makes. He's keen to find that perfect balance, that rhythm of exactly what she wants. ]
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[ He gasps out her name like a prayer-- if he even knew what that sounds like. But it's awed and overwhelmed and grateful, in a way, utterly lost in pleasure and the moment. He repeats her name as he kisses his way hungrily down her neck, sucking kisses and the bare graze of teeth.
Rowan tries to keep a steady rhythm but cannot help himself. It builds, faster and harder in increments with every thrust. He does not kiss her lips again, wanting to hear her say his name again, wanting to make her gasp and moan and know that he's doing well by the sounds she makes. He's keen to find that perfect balance, that rhythm of exactly what she wants. ]