She laughs again, low and throaty, and curls her fingers sharply into his chest, not digging her fingernails in deliberately but just pressing, just to feel him as his calloused hands stroke over whatever part of her he can reach.
"Say my name," she demands, wanting to hear him shape the syllables of her name with his low growl.
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Date: 2020-09-09 03:03 am (UTC)"Say my name," she demands, wanting to hear him shape the syllables of her name with his low growl.