[He knows she’s there because he’s aware of her every other move, and he can practically smell her —- oils, lotions, wet skin, the warmth between her legs. He closes his eyes, briefly, but he can’t escape the thought of nestling his face between her thighs.
The lamp beside his temporary bed casts Ifrit’s shadow across the room, eyes leering.
He replies, voice low, huskier, a warning:]
I do. [How shameful, to have needs.] I don’t think I can bear how much I want you right now.
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The lamp beside his temporary bed casts Ifrit’s shadow across the room, eyes leering.
He replies, voice low, huskier, a warning:]
I do. [How shameful, to have needs.] I don’t think I can bear how much I want you right now.