[ His touch is firm on her, but not restraining; she feels powerful in his grasp, tilting her head into the cradling of his palm, the clutch of his fingers against her skull, that movement of her hips nearly uncontrollable by this point as she gives herself over — to sensation, to him, all of it, finally relinquishing that last shred of her self-control with the sob that wrenches free of her throat, spilling past her lips.
He bites her hard enough to make the skin swell, but not break, not even as she shudders and comes apart around him, over top of him from her intimate perch, fingers digging into the strength of his shoulders while those waves of pleasure course through her, stem to stern. ]
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He bites her hard enough to make the skin swell, but not break, not even as she shudders and comes apart around him, over top of him from her intimate perch, fingers digging into the strength of his shoulders while those waves of pleasure course through her, stem to stern. ]