[She never quite understood the power of lingerie, not truly, until this moment; the way Fjord looks at her, the way she feels fucking unstoppable, is pretty amazing. She shudders, his fingers sliding across satin already growing damp and warm with her anticipation, and kisses him back with gusto. Above, her fingers tangle in his hair, drawing his head back just a little to give her a better angle to lick into his mouth.
She wants, gods does she want him, and from the growing mass between her thighs, it doesn't seem like he'll have much of a problem delivering on that.]
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She wants, gods does she want him, and from the growing mass between her thighs, it doesn't seem like he'll have much of a problem delivering on that.]