[ The heat of the water burns at his back, but it isn't the burn that overwhelms him. Jessica kisses him and his body soars with a swelling passion as he keeps a tight grip on her slippery thighs.
It's far from their first time, but it's different now — the new memories of Hell's Kitchen seeps into their minds, along with his trail of false judgments and reckless mistakes. He'd decided what he'd wanted then, that the wild freedom with Elektra had been his choice, and yet, and yet — he can't bear to let Jessica go.
It was always meant to be a spontaneous carnal lust, something that spurred from seeing her own eyes, a heated moment over something he'd lost for so long. But he remains blind even now and somehow she's still all he can see, with bodies pressed together, her nails clutching at his back, paining his skin. ]
Jessica — [ He moans out her name, not merely with desire, but with an undeniable vulnerability. His forehead presses against hers and he thrusts harder, grunting with each breath. ]
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It's far from their first time, but it's different now — the new memories of Hell's Kitchen seeps into their minds, along with his trail of false judgments and reckless mistakes. He'd decided what he'd wanted then, that the wild freedom with Elektra had been his choice, and yet, and yet — he can't bear to let Jessica go.
It was always meant to be a spontaneous carnal lust, something that spurred from seeing her own eyes, a heated moment over something he'd lost for so long. But he remains blind even now and somehow she's still all he can see, with bodies pressed together, her nails clutching at his back, paining his skin. ]
Jessica — [ He moans out her name, not merely with desire, but with an undeniable vulnerability. His forehead presses against hers and he thrusts harder, grunting with each breath. ]