[ The edge of temper, of mindless need, creeps into his voice. In her grip, his erection throbs and burns. He bites his lip hard as his fingers dimple the skin of her hips, a dull taste of copper on the tip of his tongue. His breathing comes in starts and stops, heavy, and he scoots his weight further back into the mattress, angling his knees so that he's poised at her entrance. He has no qualms about slamming her down on his cock, until he's encased and buried, to get his point across. (Because who in his world has room for consideration, unless it's for a reason?) ]
[ But he's promised himself not to play that game. Not with her. Not again. Instead he fixes his gaze on hers, and there's something almost imploring in there. Let me have this. Don't make me fucking beg. ]
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[ The edge of temper, of mindless need, creeps into his voice. In her grip, his erection throbs and burns. He bites his lip hard as his fingers dimple the skin of her hips, a dull taste of copper on the tip of his tongue. His breathing comes in starts and stops, heavy, and he scoots his weight further back into the mattress, angling his knees so that he's poised at her entrance. He has no qualms about slamming her down on his cock, until he's encased and buried, to get his point across. (Because who in his world has room for consideration, unless it's for a reason?) ]
[ But he's promised himself not to play that game. Not with her. Not again. Instead he fixes his gaze on hers, and there's something almost imploring in there. Let me have this. Don't make me fucking beg. ]