[ She tastes like sea salt against his lips, bright and sweet as she takes a breath. His fingertips slip through wetness far silkier than water, easing against the heat of her folds, sliding over her rather than pushing into her body. It's a tease and a way to focus all at the same time, making him want to be inside her, but giving him something else to think about besides the growing urgency low in the pit of his stomach.
He makes a soft noise at her choice of endearment, denial rising automatically into his mind, though something about it feels right when she says it, almost acceptable. ]
My queen. [ His voice is low as he recalls that encounter too, rolling himself into the grip of her powers. ]
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He makes a soft noise at her choice of endearment, denial rising automatically into his mind, though something about it feels right when she says it, almost acceptable. ]
My queen. [ His voice is low as he recalls that encounter too, rolling himself into the grip of her powers. ]