[It was his nature. He lived to tempt, to prod, to cause and invoke desire. He'd wanted her since he'd first seen her - that hadn't changed. Having her just made that want have teeth; have a notion of what she tasted like for him to crave that much more. Making her want him, however... well. She'd protested for so long, to have her finally succumb to it, to want him of her own volition? It was too good not to play with.
He can feel her nails again, the squeeze of her thighs against his. He also sees the way she's trying to keep her cool, to drink casually as he fucks up slowly into her. He tweaks her nipples, drawing her back to lean against his chest.]
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He can feel her nails again, the squeeze of her thighs against his. He also sees the way she's trying to keep her cool, to drink casually as he fucks up slowly into her. He tweaks her nipples, drawing her back to lean against his chest.]
I like this side of you, Chloe.