He comes as close as she pulls him -- always -- but at her whispered words, he wonders if she's certain of what she's asking him. What she wants and what she can take are often at odds with each other now, and if he triggers that agony in her after this, it would make him a monster.
But actually refusing her is a talent that continues to elude him, and he doesn't want to. He wants her. That's what he always wants. Whatever she'll let him have of her, he'll hoard like a dragon protecting its priceless treasure.
Omega's hands slide from her face into her hair, and his lips part against hers for a long moment before he kisses her, deepening it if she'll let him, a claiming kiss that he's given countless times and yet never means any less. His hand settles at the back of her neck and his arm drops to her waist, palm open and fingers spread to stroke her, wanting to kiss her until she needs him to stop.
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But actually refusing her is a talent that continues to elude him, and he doesn't want to. He wants her. That's what he always wants. Whatever she'll let him have of her, he'll hoard like a dragon protecting its priceless treasure.
Omega's hands slide from her face into her hair, and his lips part against hers for a long moment before he kisses her, deepening it if she'll let him, a claiming kiss that he's given countless times and yet never means any less. His hand settles at the back of her neck and his arm drops to her waist, palm open and fingers spread to stroke her, wanting to kiss her until she needs him to stop.