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[Every nerve slowly ignites as her mouth releases it's hold on his neck and travels up his skin to his mouth. The taste of his own blood on his lips, the feel of her breath warming against him.
Her hand buries itself in his hair and he's gone. He pushes up into a sitting position just to free his hand up. Hands cling to her, kissing her back with intensity and restlessness. Heart slamming in his chest, his every kiss is heated and insistent. The emotions rioting through him unable to be expressed through touch alone, leaving him feeling frustrated.]
Tell me what you want.
[Hand buried in her hair, the words whisper across her lips before his mouth captures hers again. Drugged and intense, he kisses her over and over again, preventing her from giving an answer until he needs to come up for air.]