[ Grell would suspect it's the latter, but he doesn't leave her with much time to dwell on it. The attention sets her nerves alight, and the idea of being marked, tenfold.
Heaving a shuddered sigh, her fingers wind into his hair, her thighs pressed into his sides as she rocks her hips up to meet his. She must know if he's anywhere near as hard as he's made her. ]
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Heaving a shuddered sigh, her fingers wind into his hair, her thighs pressed into his sides as she rocks her hips up to meet his. She must know if he's anywhere near as hard as he's made her. ]
Mn, don't stop...