Her own eyes had slipped shut, and she rocked and surged against him, head tossing back. Her expression was unguarded, a true rarity, and remained so when she tilted her chin down and her lashes fluttered open, and then she was meeting his gaze as steadily as she could. Her hips bucked up against him again and her breath caught, hard. Her hands moved over his back, though one made its way up to anchor in his hair and grip, tight.
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Date: 2011-02-10 05:35 am (UTC)