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Sage had let out a small grunt when Jora moved to pin him, blush darkening on his face. He didn't mind it...in fact he rather liked the vulnerability that came with it. He trusted her....and he was perfectly fine with her knowwing that. He was panting by then, of course, pressing up against her touch, desperate for it. Desperate for her. "I want you to cover up anything they've ever done to me," he breathed into her ear after a moment, slowly. Deliberatly. He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her....and he'd let her do it. He wanted her to do it. The house could wait. |
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Jora's eyes flashed with a fierce protectiveness at Sage's whispered plea, her grip on his wrists tightening almost painfully. "I'll erase every mark, every scar," she vowed fiercely, her voice low and intense. "You're mine now, Sage. No one else will ever touch you again." Her words were a promise, a vow to shield him from the pain of the past.With that declaration burning in the air between them, Jora leaned down and captured Sage's mouth in a searing kiss. She poured all her desire into it, all her need to claim him as hers. |
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Sage felt his breath hitch in response to her comments, and ache building in his chest, until he felt like it would explode. He didn't need to say thanks verbally....she understood. She'd know how grateful he was for her. What she was doing. When he leaned in to kiss him again, he tilted his chin upwards to meet her, the burning passion from his chest fueling their connection. He wasn't sure what he'd expected. ..but this was better than anything he'd thought could happen, and more. He hoped she felt the same way. Hoped she didn't mind being in charge. It wasn't exactly the typical way couples did this. |
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Jora's eyes glinted with possessive hunger as Sage submitted to her touch, his lips parting eagerly under hers. She could taste the desperation in him, feel it thrumming through their entwined bodies like a live wire. It only fueled her own desire, stoking the flames of lust until they consumed them both. |
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Sage let Jora do as she pleased taking everything she gave him and giving her back just as much. He was more than happy to do so, to give her that pleasure he knew was consuming her just as it was taking over his own body. His whole body felt like it was on fire, every place she touched him tingling in a way that he'd never felt before but definitely liked. |
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Jora could feel the heat radiating between them, a palpable energy that ignited every nerve ending in her body. As Sage surrendered to her, it delighted her to see how willingly he accepted her ministrations, a silent agreement that bound them in this moment of fervor. Every caress she bestowed upon him seemed to spark life into his being, illuminating the depths of their connection. His responses were intoxicating, sending waves of thrill crashing over her. Jora reveled in the way he leaned into her touch, how he seemed to mirror her desire, feeding her own yearning with each sigh that escaped his lips. She was lost in the rhythm of their encounter, the way his body responded under her hands like a melody that resonated deep within her. The fire that coursed through her veins was a reflection of the pleasure she bestowed upon him, and in turn, it only heightened her own need. Each time their skin met, it was as if they were creating a secret language, an unspoken promise that transcended words. Jora felt alive, every touch sparking a new wave of ecstasy, every moment straining under the weight of their shared craving. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them locked in this exquisite, simmering intimacy. |
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By the time Jora has rolled off of him, the two of them thoroughly exhausted, he was dizzy with the fire that still lingered in his body. It was slowly cooling, of course, but he'd gone limp under her a while ago, eyes having nearly rolled back up on his head in pleasure. It was even better knowing he was giving her that same pleasure....that wild, wonderful feeling. He hadn't known it could be this good. He sort of glanced over at her after a couple moments, still panting and honestly rather sweaty and gross, but grinning. "If I get this treatment Everytime I go wandering around looking for a paintbrush I'm not sure I'll be getting much decorating done," he noted with a breathless laugh, still just taking in what all had happened. It was all good....better than good, really. It had been absolutely amazing. Definitely better than anything he'd done before. But he could tease a bit. He moved to roll over so he was facing her, sort of propping himself up with his forearms, suddenly glad they'd managed to land on grass and not sand. Sand could've been an issue. That hadn't happened though, and he decided he'd much rather focus on the good that had just happened. That bond they'd forged, deeper than anything they'd allowed before. He'd trusted Jora with a lot...but that was by far the most vulnerable she'd seen him. Well...that was as vulnerable as he could get, really. And it was the same for her, despite her controlling the situation. They'd both enjoyed themselves though....a hell of a lot.. |
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