He actually gets a low growl out of her when her teeth graze over his jaw once more, her frustration getting the better of her, just a smidge.
Her hands start to roam now, down over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, stopping right on his hip where her nails carve a line, featherlight, but not so light that he won't feel it.]
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He actually gets a low growl out of her when her teeth graze over his jaw once more, her frustration getting the better of her, just a smidge.
Her hands start to roam now, down over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, stopping right on his hip where her nails carve a line, featherlight, but not so light that he won't feel it.]