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For a moment, she thinks maybe he'll refuse, that he'll decide he doesn't want to hurt her at all and tonight will only be gentle, reverent touches. She wouldn't be upset if that was his plan, because she was absolutely right and Eskel's huge hands are perfectly capable of gentleness when he puts his mind to it, but she equally isn't disappointed when he grins at her and puts his mouth to her breast, sucking and nibbling at her skin until he's left a livid bruise blooming beneath her skin, one she knows will darken to a very satisfying purple by the morning.

"Ah!" His heightened witcher senses can probably tell all too easily how much she liked that, the way her heart beat picked up speed, the sudden rush of slick between her thighs. "Something like that, yes."

(( shan't!! ))