[ That was damn intense, and it's rendered him into a limp, panting mess on the bed, mind not entirely there as he struggles for each breath he takes, a hand resting over his own eyes.
When he lets that hand drop and opens his eyes again to look at her, the sight makes him groan all over again, body shuddering. He reaches down to stroke her cheeks and hair, one hand moving to her arm and trying to coax her to move up a little higher. ]
Damn, darling... made a mess of you, [ He murmurs, sounding genuinely apologetic. ] Sorry. Think I... got a little carried away.
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When he lets that hand drop and opens his eyes again to look at her, the sight makes him groan all over again, body shuddering. He reaches down to stroke her cheeks and hair, one hand moving to her arm and trying to coax her to move up a little higher. ]
Damn, darling... made a mess of you, [ He murmurs, sounding genuinely apologetic. ] Sorry. Think I... got a little carried away.