[Beneath him, she can feel the beads of sweat roll off his body and over her ribs and shoulders. Each thrust makes her gasp, even if quietly, managing it still around his thumb. A hand grasps desperately at his back, nails digging into his skin in a way she'd never be able to bring herself before.
He'll have his reminders of tonight as well. She's never so bold, never wanting to hurt him, but they're different people, now.]
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He'll have his reminders of tonight as well. She's never so bold, never wanting to hurt him, but they're different people, now.]