Thank fuck she's onboard with the idea; the grip of her legs make the rest of things much easier. Long strides clear the distance to the elevator without effort, and he bumps a knuckle into the button.
"Then I best stay on yer tongue all night." Sweeney grins and presses his forehead to hers before claiming her mouth again. The sentiment is accented by a chase, seeking her tongue with his, then trying to suck the tip of it between his teeth.
Blessedly, someone had recently been up, and the door promptly chimes and opens. Sweeney stumbles inside and shoves her against the wall in hopes of pinning her enough to fumble for the button while maintaining his grip on her jacket. It's a complicated undertaking, but he manages. Then his hand is back on her hip and his kiss is renewed with fervor. Sweeney aches to get to where their going, and that doesn't require making it to her door. He rocks against her eagerly to make sure she knows it.
"You better," Laura barely has a chance to breathe out the words when the passion of the kiss has her engaging and moving her tongue in and out of his until she rewards him with it before slowly pulling it back out with a soft delighted hum. There's anticipation with all the other ways he plans to use his teeth on her tonight and her skin tingles in anticipation.
Her lower half answers, her pelvis presses hard against him and with a slight roll of her hips Laura's mouth curls into a devilish smirk at the length of him pushing up against the innermost part of her thigh.
Laura glances up at the numbers illuminating as they make their way to the fourth floor and once the doors open up to it, it's a matter of passing five doors before they get to hers.
When she grinds against him, he muffles a moan into her mouth. Sweeney debates hitting the emergency button and taking her right there, but it's less practical, at the end of the day. He promises himself it will be worth it to have her naked.
Luckily, the thought takes up most of the trip down, and when the doors open again, he resecures her with of a shift of her weight towards him. His kiss is less focused while he tries to navigate the hall without running into the wall. She doesn't make it easy.
Sweeney finally gets to the right one and bumps her against it firmly, like he'd content himself that this is close enough and a completely acceptable place to fuck her. But mostly, he wants them to be more stable when he breaks the kiss long enough to whisper against her lips.
She'd done herself a favour to relocate her key from the ledge above the door that she took it from that day he carried her back from the infirmary after she'd died. But now it was under the mat, so she slips her legs and body down and turns to lower down and get it. There was absolutely no way of collecting it otherwise.
But once she had it in hand, she reached back around with her other hand to pull him closer while she fumbled to get it into the lock. To say she was having a hard time concentrating with him hard against the small of her back was a gross understatement.
Finally, she was able to get it unlocked and with a quick turn of the doorknob, she kicked it open and led him inside.
Though he understands the requirement, the loss of her on him still leaves his body protesting. At least until she urges him forward. One hand braced on the door, Sweeney rocks against her. It accents the ache in his belly, and his free hand slides her hair over her shoulder, that he might get his mouth on the base of her neck.
But then the door opens and he has to straighten so he doesn't stumble in, and the effort is abandoned before he gets to complete it. Sweeney follows her in, but promptly lifts her straight off the ground and steps forward until he can kick the door closed. He beelines for the bed and carelessly throws her on it. He quickly sheds his jacket, letting it fall on the floor before he sets to the over-shirt beneath. His gaze never strays from her and his goal.
Oh, how she loves being manhandled and the look in his eye is fierce and God, she can't wait to feel his lips and his teeth and his hands on her. Her eyes are hungry, attentive and focused.
The moment she lands, Laura kicks off her shoes and pulls the black fitted blouse she was wearing over her head before frantically working on her pants to loosen them enough that he can pull them off before he crawls his way up her.
"Fuck, I want you," she mutters shifting herself up higher so that he'd have room.
Most time, Sweeney gets to do the unwrapping, which is always welcome. But there's something in the frantic nature of her eagerness that fans the flames a bit hotter. She's content to leave him to finish; the best of both worlds.
Braces left useless at his side, Sweeney yanks his tank over his head before resting a knee on the foot of the bed. He hooks his thumbs in both pants' cuffs and with a sharp snap, he liberates her of them and casts them over his shoulder. Then he's up on her, trapping her between his knees as he works his way up. Sweeney nips her thigh in a speckled pattern, and when he gets to her hip, he catches her panties' elastic between his teeth. Pulling it up, he releases it a moment later, letting it snap her skin.
"An' I can't wait ta have you."
Sweeney pushes up to sit on his haunches before he hooks two fingers under the fabric on the opposite side. With a firm grip and a quick twist, he pops the seams and yanks them out from under her, then tosses them in the direction of her pants.
Her eyes roam over his top bare chest and thoughts of all that skin being available and all the things she's going to be able to do with her hands, nails and teeth; giddy about leaving new marks for him to look at over the coming days. She pushes her hips up until her pants are off and then watches him intently while he gets rid of her last bit of clothing in the most arousing ways.
Laura sucks in a breath and draws a smooth leg up against his side. One hand grips his shoulder, and she arches her back up to let out a breathy moan. She was getting impatient but for once, there was a sense of enjoyment in the way he was building up the moment.
Skin on skin is especially delicious when he still has he trousers on; being able to feel the shift in sensation makes his skin more hyper-aware. Sweeney curls forward to steal the moan from her mouth in a hot kiss.
As quick as he takes it, he's gone again, lifting away to put enough room between them to have what he wants. The flat of his palm catches her shoulder and shoves her down against the bed. In an effortlessly fluid motion, he shifts his weight to allow for maneuverability, his fingers curling around her shoulder and yanking her hard to roll her onto her belly. Without a pause, he tucks his fingertips beneath the clasp of her bra, and with a snap, it's unhooked. Peeling it apart, Sweeney abandons it to survey the canvas of her pale back.
His fingers sink into her hair and twist, both securing her and moving most of it off her neck. Bending forward, he runs his tongue up the length of her spine, capping the motion with a bite at the base of her neck.
The initial roughness gets a wide-eye stare up at him and her mouth twists in a half smile before she gasps and is flipping onto her stomach with a soft grunt. Without seeing him, she has no idea what he's got planned and it's the single most exciting thing to anticipate. Laura's pulse quickens.
But then her hair is getting tighter on her scalp and she hisses in response to the sting of that and the cool air that hits her spine from the saliva from his tongue before her brain registers his teeth sinking in.
"Fuck yes," she lets out a muffled shriek before pushing her ass up into him. "More."
Sweet fuck. They definitely need to get in that bar fight at the next port, if this is what one punch can rile them into. Sweeney loves the words that escape her tongue, but he loves the rock of her hips even more. The buttons of his trousers serve as chaperone, but that doesn't mean they are leaving this room without needing to be laundered.
He yanks her head back hard as his other hand slips down her side and hooks under her hip. With the echo of a grind serving as a bookmark, Sweeney jerks her high and flush against him as he sits on his heels. His teeth steal a fresh patch of pale skin, and bear harder into it. The hand on her hip slides back towards her knee, but it doesn't make it all the way down before his fingers flex, and he rakes his nails up the interior of her thigh until the first knuckle of his thumb bumps against her.
Yes. The next sharp pull of her hair has her hissing through her teeth, but it isn't until she can feel his teeth bear down again that her brain can't decide if the sensation is pain or pleasure and reacts with a jerk before a strangled grunt echoes between them.
Laura sets one hand down on her thigh above the knee, while the other slips under his and around his side to give him the room he needs. It's too hard to see with her hair still cinched and her head taut against his shoulder so her eyes settle on the ceiling, more than fine to simply feel everything he wants to do to her. But when she feels his hand start travelling down and inwards, she can't help the controlled breath that is released and the push of her legs more open to feel him there.
With an invitation like that, how can a Fellow refuse? Sweeney tilts his hand and shoves his middle two fingers in her without preface. He hooks them and tugs her closer with a hiss in her ear. The proxy of them sends fresh want coursing through him.
In the wake, he stills. At least mostly. His thumb strokes her, slow and meticulous in contrast to the bursts of aggression. Sweeney want to feel her twitch around him, and he's willing to wait to have it.
Even if she'd been wanting it, the act takes her by surprise. Her mouth falls open and her breath audibly hitches, morphing into a single lengthy moan. The sinfulness of it all has her hand falling to his forearm, half gripping and half trying to push it away because nothing should feel this good.
Laura pushes her back into his chest, head against his shoulder with hips rolling slightly in an effort to fuck his fingers. She lets out a shaky breath and her stomach trembles in want. Muscles constrict and release; tighten and let go, each time pulling his fingers in more.
Fuck, that's delicious. All the blood in the lower half of him is screaming to tag in, but every coil around his fingers is so much more acute than it would be around his prick. He delights in every ripple, the way her body is caught between begging and taking. His arm is stone against her protest and balance; she can use it for whatever she likes, but it isn't going anywhere.
Sweeney's more than happy to offer her more depth, however, and when he shifts to reposition for it, he takes the moment to release her hair, his hand jumping immediately to her throat instead. He catches her under her jaw and forces it up, keeping her head pressed to his shoulder as he grits his teeth and gets back to work.
She can feel the build of an orgasm start, the build of heat that starts low in her stomach and swells throughout the folds of skin until she can feel the blood rush to her head. When he moves her again, she submits, but not without raking her nails up his arm, provoking him to be rougher; to bite harder.
Laura rolls her hips back again, faster, rocking her backside against his covered cock to torture him like he was doing to her and to selfishly force his hand, quite literally, into giving her what she wants.
Sweeney tries to be strong, to remain as unaffected as he's able to, but when she gets determined, he can't stop himself from trembling against her, and his hips start a tight rocking, each one pushing her into his hand.
Her neck held, exposed, he licks up the length of it before nipping at her jaw. His breaths are short and shallow against her skin, accented by the path of his tongue. Fuck, how he wants her.
But he wants--no, he believes--he can force her over the edge, and the stroke of his thumb is undeterred by either of their squirming.
Let me have this. Let me give this to you. So we can both have what we want.
Her breathing turns to a pant, the continued rise sounding through each exhale with a desperate cry that grew louder in volume. She places one hand over his busy hand, trying lamely to hold him there knowing he wouldn't stop now. Not when she's so close....
Everything was working to coil her up even tighter than she ever felt she's been until she feels herself on the precipice. Her free hand goes to his on her neck and clamps down forcing him to squeeze just a little tighter, hoping to feel his teeth sink deep into her skin again.
Suddenly Laura's breath shatters and her body tightens and seizes against him. After a few long strangled moments, a deep guttural growl escapes between them and Laura climaxes violently.
Fucking hell. The feeling of her hand above his, silently requesting for it to tighten, makes it all too easy to acquiesce. Sweeney squeezes, increasing the pressure gradually, if a bit unevenly while he tries not to grind too eagerly against her.
When she growls in satisfaction, he grins and bites at her ear, trapping the lobe between his teeth.
There she is.
But really...why not be greedy? Sweeney doesn't actually think that hard on the idea, he's just doing: not letting up with his pace. He'd love to pry another from her before he has to submit to his own lust. Maybe he'll make it, maybe he won't, but in the meantime he's savoring every twitch around him.
He releases her ear, but only so he can claim her neck, clamping hard to keep her in place while getting her to squirm more.
Her body ignites with fire and heat spreading through every part of her in impossibly contradicting ways; leaving her hyperaware of the drug-like effect that she was experiencing that was only pushed further long by the sharp pain on the lobe of her ear. Her walls spasm and contract around his fingers while her nails dig deep along the inside of his wrist with each aftershock.
The rest of her body shudders and twitches with every cresting aftershock while she slips a hand down to caress a breast and glide a hand across her protruding nipple.
She waits for the euphoria to fill her, that warmth and calm and satisfaction, but her stomach start to tighten again and white explodes behind her eyelids.
"HOLY FUCK," she shrieks loudly, pushing back against him so hard she could almost straighten her legs in front of her.
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The vigor of the force backwards surprises him in the best of ways, and Sweeney grins unabashedly as he fights to keep a grip on her. His arms go rigid to minimize her squirming as she rides out her climax. Any flickering thought of going for a third as a charm evaporates in the swell of want that consumes him.
He manages to ride her out until the rippling starts to ebb, but there's no way to let her come all the way down before Sweeney moves on. His hand loosens on her throat just enough that he can slide it around to the back of her neck, cupping at the base of it. Grip tightening again, he shoves her down hard, his slick fingers slipping out of her only because she's forced past them. They leave a glistening stripe over her hip.
Her shoulders pressed into the bed and ass high, they take nimbly to the buttons of his trousers, and it's only a few seconds before he claims her with a single thrust; sharp, deep, and unforgiving.
Sweet holy fuck.
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Laura isn't as spent as she may look and though her body relaxes as if she's done and there's nothing left in her as far as energy goes, she is far from done. When he shifts them again, she buries her face into the mound of the blankets that she had pulled into disarray when she landed on the bed. Her hands slide up over her head and grip the fabric as if they were some kind of lifeline.
A wail breaks the silence of the room when he slams into her, and Laura feels as if she's about to be ripped in half with how deep he goes right away. Most women draw the line well before now, but she was a moan away from begging for more.
"Fuck you," she provokes, wanting him to do more. Her attempts at reaching back and sinking nails into some patch of his skin fail miserably, so she uses her voice instead. Another loud moan. "Fuck. You."
She wanted to feel everything in the morning; the bruises and bites and the pounding he was giving to her without any protest from her.
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"Fuck me?" he growls, stilling as he leans into her, watching her writhe as he keeps her filled, snatching at the air. God, he can feel her in his blood, giving purpose to his rage, entwining it with ceaseless hunger.
Sweeney knows the danger of it, putting himself in harm's way, but isn't that the most delicious part? The welting and bruising and blood, reminding him he's not dead yet. And that's only found in her arms' reach. He curls over her, his hand releasing her neck so he can brace his forearm across her shoulders. The other slips beneath her and latches roughly to her nipple, tugging it as he snarls in her ear.
"Fuck you."
With that, he sets into her, his thrusts cruel and unrelenting as their pace builds and steadies. He doesn't know if he wants to claim her or break her or die inside her.
Laura's breathing picks up, her aim to evoke in him something so primal and hungry was rewarding. This is the kind of chase she wants and had been searching for so long for. This is what makes her feel her heartbeat in her ears and the blood surging through her veins. Each individual shiver and every goosebump that assaults her body over and over again with every new thing he does to her.
That's right. You're not dead anymore. Feel him. Trust him. Let him remind you.
Her head drops forward and her bottom lip drags loosely from his wrist up his forearm. Keeping still isn't possible but she reaches behind and pulls him closer, as if it will do anything while her other holds her balance in the blankets.
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Her hunger is overwhelming, and the rest of the world is collapsing around them. He shoves his free hand lower to the place they meet, taking the feeling of each stroke as a promise that this is real. He's inside her, and her body is begging for it. It doesn't matter if she's tender or swollen, it seems a waste of the trip to not rub her roughly at the same time. Before he abandons the effort, he gives her a quick flick, aimed for the most sensitive piece of her.
Sweeney anchors briefly on her hip, to steady himself, and the clench of his fingers is certain to leave neat bruises in the arch of their tips' contact. He fights for focus, not ready to yield yet, not when she's so clearly wanting. The thought of leaving her unsated is anathema. Sweeney stutters a touch, and wraps forward, finding the coloring swath of skin from her throat to her shoulder presented in offering. He licks and bites and bites, groaning into the flesh pressed between his teeth.
He wants to devour her and be consumed in the same moment, raw and aching and here.
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"Then I best stay on yer tongue all night." Sweeney grins and presses his forehead to hers before claiming her mouth again. The sentiment is accented by a chase, seeking her tongue with his, then trying to suck the tip of it between his teeth.
Blessedly, someone had recently been up, and the door promptly chimes and opens. Sweeney stumbles inside and shoves her against the wall in hopes of pinning her enough to fumble for the button while maintaining his grip on her jacket. It's a complicated undertaking, but he manages. Then his hand is back on her hip and his kiss is renewed with fervor. Sweeney aches to get to where their going, and that doesn't require making it to her door. He rocks against her eagerly to make sure she knows it.
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Her lower half answers, her pelvis presses hard against him and with a slight roll of her hips Laura's mouth curls into a devilish smirk at the length of him pushing up against the innermost part of her thigh.
Laura glances up at the numbers illuminating as they make their way to the fourth floor and once the doors open up to it, it's a matter of passing five doors before they get to hers.
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Luckily, the thought takes up most of the trip down, and when the doors open again, he resecures her with of a shift of her weight towards him. His kiss is less focused while he tries to navigate the hall without running into the wall. She doesn't make it easy.
Sweeney finally gets to the right one and bumps her against it firmly, like he'd content himself that this is close enough and a completely acceptable place to fuck her. But mostly, he wants them to be more stable when he breaks the kiss long enough to whisper against her lips.
"Key?"
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But once she had it in hand, she reached back around with her other hand to pull him closer while she fumbled to get it into the lock. To say she was having a hard time concentrating with him hard against the small of her back was a gross understatement.
Finally, she was able to get it unlocked and with a quick turn of the doorknob, she kicked it open and led him inside.
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But then the door opens and he has to straighten so he doesn't stumble in, and the effort is abandoned before he gets to complete it. Sweeney follows her in, but promptly lifts her straight off the ground and steps forward until he can kick the door closed. He beelines for the bed and carelessly throws her on it. He quickly sheds his jacket, letting it fall on the floor before he sets to the over-shirt beneath. His gaze never strays from her and his goal.
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The moment she lands, Laura kicks off her shoes and pulls the black fitted blouse she was wearing over her head before frantically working on her pants to loosen them enough that he can pull them off before he crawls his way up her.
"Fuck, I want you," she mutters shifting herself up higher so that he'd have room.
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Braces left useless at his side, Sweeney yanks his tank over his head before resting a knee on the foot of the bed. He hooks his thumbs in both pants' cuffs and with a sharp snap, he liberates her of them and casts them over his shoulder. Then he's up on her, trapping her between his knees as he works his way up. Sweeney nips her thigh in a speckled pattern, and when he gets to her hip, he catches her panties' elastic between his teeth. Pulling it up, he releases it a moment later, letting it snap her skin.
"An' I can't wait ta have you."
Sweeney pushes up to sit on his haunches before he hooks two fingers under the fabric on the opposite side. With a firm grip and a quick twist, he pops the seams and yanks them out from under her, then tosses them in the direction of her pants.
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Laura sucks in a breath and draws a smooth leg up against his side. One hand grips his shoulder, and she arches her back up to let out a breathy moan. She was getting impatient but for once, there was a sense of enjoyment in the way he was building up the moment.
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As quick as he takes it, he's gone again, lifting away to put enough room between them to have what he wants. The flat of his palm catches her shoulder and shoves her down against the bed. In an effortlessly fluid motion, he shifts his weight to allow for maneuverability, his fingers curling around her shoulder and yanking her hard to roll her onto her belly. Without a pause, he tucks his fingertips beneath the clasp of her bra, and with a snap, it's unhooked. Peeling it apart, Sweeney abandons it to survey the canvas of her pale back.
His fingers sink into her hair and twist, both securing her and moving most of it off her neck. Bending forward, he runs his tongue up the length of her spine, capping the motion with a bite at the base of her neck.
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But then her hair is getting tighter on her scalp and she hisses in response to the sting of that and the cool air that hits her spine from the saliva from his tongue before her brain registers his teeth sinking in.
"Fuck yes," she lets out a muffled shriek before pushing her ass up into him. "More."
Harder.
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He yanks her head back hard as his other hand slips down her side and hooks under her hip. With the echo of a grind serving as a bookmark, Sweeney jerks her high and flush against him as he sits on his heels. His teeth steal a fresh patch of pale skin, and bear harder into it. The hand on her hip slides back towards her knee, but it doesn't make it all the way down before his fingers flex, and he rakes his nails up the interior of her thigh until the first knuckle of his thumb bumps against her.
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Laura sets one hand down on her thigh above the knee, while the other slips under his and around his side to give him the room he needs. It's too hard to see with her hair still cinched and her head taut against his shoulder so her eyes settle on the ceiling, more than fine to simply feel everything he wants to do to her. But when she feels his hand start travelling down and inwards, she can't help the controlled breath that is released and the push of her legs more open to feel him there.
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In the wake, he stills. At least mostly. His thumb strokes her, slow and meticulous in contrast to the bursts of aggression. Sweeney want to feel her twitch around him, and he's willing to wait to have it.
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Laura pushes her back into his chest, head against his shoulder with hips rolling slightly in an effort to fuck his fingers. She lets out a shaky breath and her stomach trembles in want. Muscles constrict and release; tighten and let go, each time pulling his fingers in more.
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Sweeney's more than happy to offer her more depth, however, and when he shifts to reposition for it, he takes the moment to release her hair, his hand jumping immediately to her throat instead. He catches her under her jaw and forces it up, keeping her head pressed to his shoulder as he grits his teeth and gets back to work.
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Laura rolls her hips back again, faster, rocking her backside against his covered cock to torture him like he was doing to her and to selfishly force his hand, quite literally, into giving her what she wants.
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Her neck held, exposed, he licks up the length of it before nipping at her jaw. His breaths are short and shallow against her skin, accented by the path of his tongue. Fuck, how he wants her.
But he wants--no, he believes--he can force her over the edge, and the stroke of his thumb is undeterred by either of their squirming.
Let me have this. Let me give this to you. So we can both have what we want.
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Everything was working to coil her up even tighter than she ever felt she's been until she feels herself on the precipice. Her free hand goes to his on her neck and clamps down forcing him to squeeze just a little tighter, hoping to feel his teeth sink deep into her skin again.
Suddenly Laura's breath shatters and her body tightens and seizes against him. After a few long strangled moments, a deep guttural growl escapes between them and Laura climaxes violently.
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When she growls in satisfaction, he grins and bites at her ear, trapping the lobe between his teeth.
There she is.
But really...why not be greedy? Sweeney doesn't actually think that hard on the idea, he's just doing: not letting up with his pace. He'd love to pry another from her before he has to submit to his own lust. Maybe he'll make it, maybe he won't, but in the meantime he's savoring every twitch around him.
He releases her ear, but only so he can claim her neck, clamping hard to keep her in place while getting her to squirm more.
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The rest of her body shudders and twitches with every cresting aftershock while she slips a hand down to caress a breast and glide a hand across her protruding nipple.
She waits for the euphoria to fill her, that warmth and calm and satisfaction, but her stomach start to tighten again and white explodes behind her eyelids.
"HOLY FUCK," she shrieks loudly, pushing back against him so hard she could almost straighten her legs in front of her.
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He manages to ride her out until the rippling starts to ebb, but there's no way to let her come all the way down before Sweeney moves on. His hand loosens on her throat just enough that he can slide it around to the back of her neck, cupping at the base of it. Grip tightening again, he shoves her down hard, his slick fingers slipping out of her only because she's forced past them. They leave a glistening stripe over her hip.
Her shoulders pressed into the bed and ass high, they take nimbly to the buttons of his trousers, and it's only a few seconds before he claims her with a single thrust; sharp, deep, and unforgiving.
Sweet holy fuck.
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A wail breaks the silence of the room when he slams into her, and Laura feels as if she's about to be ripped in half with how deep he goes right away. Most women draw the line well before now, but she was a moan away from begging for more.
"Fuck you," she provokes, wanting him to do more. Her attempts at reaching back and sinking nails into some patch of his skin fail miserably, so she uses her voice instead. Another loud moan. "Fuck. You."
She wanted to feel everything in the morning; the bruises and bites and the pounding he was giving to her without any protest from her.
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Sweeney knows the danger of it, putting himself in harm's way, but isn't that the most delicious part? The welting and bruising and blood, reminding him he's not dead yet. And that's only found in her arms' reach. He curls over her, his hand releasing her neck so he can brace his forearm across her shoulders. The other slips beneath her and latches roughly to her nipple, tugging it as he snarls in her ear.
"Fuck you."
With that, he sets into her, his thrusts cruel and unrelenting as their pace builds and steadies. He doesn't know if he wants to claim her or break her or die inside her.
Maybe all of them at once.
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That's right. You're not dead anymore. Feel him. Trust him. Let him remind you.
Her head drops forward and her bottom lip drags loosely from his wrist up his forearm. Keeping still isn't possible but she reaches behind and pulls him closer, as if it will do anything while her other holds her balance in the blankets.
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Sweeney anchors briefly on her hip, to steady himself, and the clench of his fingers is certain to leave neat bruises in the arch of their tips' contact. He fights for focus, not ready to yield yet, not when she's so clearly wanting. The thought of leaving her unsated is anathema. Sweeney stutters a touch, and wraps forward, finding the coloring swath of skin from her throat to her shoulder presented in offering. He licks and bites and bites, groaning into the flesh pressed between his teeth.
He wants to devour her and be consumed in the same moment, raw and aching and here.
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