[Bit by bit, notch by notch, the dress comes undone, the corset bodice loosening with every jolt, every sigh that escapes her. Each one snaps alongside another thread of her patience, and she can't help that small sound of frustration that falls out of her when his levin doesn't quite reach where she craves it most.]
You are a devil of a man, do you know that?
[And before he can even answer her, she suddenly shoves him gently and spins around to face him, her back pressed up against the wall and her face only inches from his, and as much as she has the urge to kiss him, she helps to stem some of that temptation by pressing her cooled palms to his chest.
She is, indeed, losing.
Of course, she leaves enough room behind her for his hand to continue its way down...]
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You are a devil of a man, do you know that?
[And before he can even answer her, she suddenly shoves him gently and spins around to face him, her back pressed up against the wall and her face only inches from his, and as much as she has the urge to kiss him, she helps to stem some of that temptation by pressing her cooled palms to his chest.
She is, indeed, losing.
Of course, she leaves enough room behind her for his hand to continue its way down...]