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John Pritkin ([personal profile] warmage) wrote in [community profile] pastorella 2020-02-01 04:59 am (UTC)

"That's it."

It's a soft, reassuring murmur as he chases kisses against her lips, teasing and quick as he slides his hands up her arms and then down her sides. There's a faint pinprick of sharp nails through the fabric of her clothing before questing fingers slide in to massage against her breasts, cupping them in his palms as he adds to the stimulation currently assaulting her senses.

He keeps his magic emanating and wrapping around her for now, preferring her pliant in his arms rather than wasting all that energy on escaping. He has much better uses for it, after all.

"See? Nothing to be afraid of," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he nips tauntingly at her lower lip before kissing her again. "Don't you feel silly for running away now?"

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