Eros' breath caught as her nails left faint red lines against his skin and he moved back and drove into her. This would be no tender, gradual buildup, no sensual union. This would be a blaze, and Eros' eyes were half-lidded and burning as he drove in a second time.
"Freya," he growled, and his fingers were tight enough on the leg against his hip to leave marks.
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Date: 2010-12-12 06:11 am (UTC)"Freya," he growled, and his fingers were tight enough on the leg against his hip to leave marks.