He returned the kiss, made it a game of sorts to be just as gentle as she was-- anything to keep his mind off the thrum-thrum-thrumming that seemed to reverberate in every cell in his body, insisting that he take her. Tear her down. Hurt her to satisfy it.
Because then he'd lose control, make things quick-- and that wasn't nearly as much fun.
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Date: 2009-10-02 02:11 am (UTC)Because then he'd lose control, make things quick-- and that wasn't nearly as much fun.
He wanted to savor this.