He was used to heat. He liked heat. Hell was hotter than this and it was home. This was just a little different. He was gluttonous in his kisses, letting this build as long as he could stand. He'd have to stop breathing for her to pull him off. She was getting into it, he could feel the desire rolling through with the speed of a bullet train.
He slid down a bit, arm wrapping around her waist and dragging her down more comfortably into the couch, so that her head was held up by the cushion and not the arm of the couch. Now he was pressed into her, his body so warm it felt like he could internally combust.
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Date: 2012-09-29 03:00 am (UTC)He slid down a bit, arm wrapping around her waist and dragging her down more comfortably into the couch, so that her head was held up by the cushion and not the arm of the couch. Now he was pressed into her, his body so warm it felt like he could internally combust.