[Her body feels heavy when he flips them back around, still throbbing and she can feel a tremor in her limbs, face flushed and warm. She loves the way he feels, how he gives himself entirely of her. In the height of passion, to the ground-shuddering roar that still reverberates inside of her, filling her not just with his seed and his body but with his sound and his scent and even his heartbeat. The sound of their breathing fills the tent and she scratches soft lines on the back of his neck with her fingers.
Mine.
The scrape of his tusks and tongue over a nipple makes a gentle shudder run through her body, aftershocks of pleasure, and she lets her head lull heavy on his shoulder, nestling in to kiss lightly over the spot she'd sucked into a bruise. At a loss for words for one of the few times in eternity, as she gently moves her hips, almost soothingly in the way she's sure to coax every last ounce of pleasure out of him.]
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Mine.
The scrape of his tusks and tongue over a nipple makes a gentle shudder run through her body, aftershocks of pleasure, and she lets her head lull heavy on his shoulder, nestling in to kiss lightly over the spot she'd sucked into a bruise. At a loss for words for one of the few times in eternity, as she gently moves her hips, almost soothingly in the way she's sure to coax every last ounce of pleasure out of him.]