( A quiet gasp slips past her lips, and instinctively her hand tightens at his belt, tugging him closer. The sting and pressure, the warmth of his mouth on her neck— Sarissa moans, biting her lip. Her voice is raspy when the moan takes the sound of his name.
It’s hot as fuck and she feels like some sorta cliche because ain’t this just the kinda shit every dumbass bitch in a vampire romance novel gets swoony about? (But it’s not just this. It’s that smug sense of humour and his dickish comments and that he checks in on her even when he’s being an idiot.)
Her fingers slowly grasp at his hair, and the hand that was gripping his belt rubs lower, slow and deliberate over his cock. Impulse control ain’t ever been her strong suit. )
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Sarissa moans, biting her lip. Her voice is raspy when the moan takes the sound of his name.
It’s hot as fuck and she feels like some sorta cliche because ain’t this just the kinda shit every dumbass bitch in a vampire romance novel gets swoony about? (But it’s not just this. It’s that smug sense of humour and his dickish comments and that he checks in on her even when he’s being an idiot.)
Her fingers slowly grasp at his hair, and the hand that was gripping his belt rubs lower, slow and deliberate over his cock. Impulse control ain’t ever been her strong suit. )