[ It's hard to say what takes her apart more — the perfect angle of his thrusts, or the passionate things he whispers. She shouldn't want that so badly — she shouldn't take those words into her heart and bury them there — but in the heat of the moment, it's too hard to pretend that she isn't moved by that bittersweet sentiment when he says he'll always love her. Even as flawed as she is. Even though she'd been trying to pick a fight with him, not too long ago. Always, he says, right here — and it pierces to the core of all her hopes and fears, all the things that makes her struggle inside with how much she loves them.
Centuries old, and she still doesn't have words good enough to answer him. She can only hold him tight, ducking her head to press her lips fervently to his. Her breaths comes hard in that minute space between each kiss as he fucks her, working her towards that that point where she's tense and barely holding herself back from the familiar edge — just trying to make this last a moment longer. ]
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Centuries old, and she still doesn't have words good enough to answer him. She can only hold him tight, ducking her head to press her lips fervently to his. Her breaths comes hard in that minute space between each kiss as he fucks her, working her towards that that point where she's tense and barely holding herself back from the familiar edge — just trying to make this last a moment longer. ]