[ Ever so gently, William's hips begin to move. The pace is slow and rhythmic. Each quiet moan and sigh Grell makes, mirrored by a deep breath of his own. His eyes remain on hers, violet pupils almost seeming to glow brighter as he thrusts. ]
I hope to tell you that more often. [ A soft kiss. ] Though, I doubt you'll ever forget the first time.
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I hope to tell you that more often. [ A soft kiss. ] Though, I doubt you'll ever forget the first time.