Words whispered between them once before, but the sentiment had never really gone away. She moaned under his kisses, his pressing, his words, almost grateful that his mouth had claimed hers again because she honestly didn't know what she might have ended up saying in reply.
Words she couldn't take back, probably. Words, she was was increasingly certain, that she wouldn't want to take back once she said them.
But for now she remained safe, her mouth captured by his, enough sensations to dive into and get lost within. They sank backwards onto the bed, removing whatever slight distance had remained between Liliana's back and the softness of the sheets. As soon as she was fully prone, her leg slid along his to join the first in twining about his hips, and one of her hands skimmed over the scars on his cheekbones before losing itself in the hair at the nape of his neck. The other trailed its way down his side, gliding sharp nails over the lines and planes of his physique before coming up to rest atop the small of his back, not far above where her legs were crossed.
She arched and rocked beneath him, breaking their kiss for a gasp, followed by a shuddering breath, carrying the barest wisp of the word "Yes."
A simple cry of pleasure would have been louder, more urgent. This was pure agreement.
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Words whispered between them once before, but the sentiment had never really gone away. She moaned under his kisses, his pressing, his words, almost grateful that his mouth had claimed hers again because she honestly didn't know what she might have ended up saying in reply.
Words she couldn't take back, probably. Words, she was was increasingly certain, that she wouldn't want to take back once she said them.
But for now she remained safe, her mouth captured by his, enough sensations to dive into and get lost within. They sank backwards onto the bed, removing whatever slight distance had remained between Liliana's back and the softness of the sheets. As soon as she was fully prone, her leg slid along his to join the first in twining about his hips, and one of her hands skimmed over the scars on his cheekbones before losing itself in the hair at the nape of his neck. The other trailed its way down his side, gliding sharp nails over the lines and planes of his physique before coming up to rest atop the small of his back, not far above where her legs were crossed.
She arched and rocked beneath him, breaking their kiss for a gasp, followed by a shuddering breath, carrying the barest wisp of the word "Yes."
A simple cry of pleasure would have been louder, more urgent. This was pure agreement.
Utterly. Vehemently.
Yours.