[ He's hard behind his leathers and she may be able to feel it despite them, resting against the small of her back. It's just the usual effect of her and he pays his erection little mind, too focused on how beautiful she is in his hands as he takes care of her with them, fucking her deeply to the second-knuckle as they curl inside her heat and give her something to stretch around. His thumb rolls over her wet clit to spread the damp around and he digs his tusks into her neck, the softness of her breast in his palm almost too much to bear; he wants to get his mouth all over her. ]
Born out of the sea, weren't you? No wonder I love you like a madman.
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Born out of the sea, weren't you? No wonder I love you like a madman.