[ In some distant part of her, even Alexandrie is surprised by the sound she makes to feel the solid glide of him inside her while their eyes are locked this way. While he speaks her name. It issues from a depth in her she had forgotten she had, so long it has been since it was touched— a gutted moan, low and round and open-throated as she arches into him. The leg she'd wrapped at his waist tenses, tries to pull him deeper as her hands clench; one around his, one digging the hard smoothness of her nails into the muscle of his shoulder.
And then too much. Suddenly far too much. He will be able to see the wildness of it in her eyes as she tries to focus and can't, hear the edges of her breaths turn sharp and desperate. She gasps a word in a language he won't know. A second in another language, this one matching the sounds of her accent. Then, in Trade: ]
Wait. [ She is curling into him as she can, burying her face in his neck, half-sobbing the words. ] Wait. [ And then ] Please. [ And then, brittle and frantic, ] Stay.
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And then too much. Suddenly far too much. He will be able to see the wildness of it in her eyes as she tries to focus and can't, hear the edges of her breaths turn sharp and desperate. She gasps a word in a language he won't know. A second in another language, this one matching the sounds of her accent. Then, in Trade: ]
Wait. [ She is curling into him as she can, burying her face in his neck, half-sobbing the words. ] Wait. [ And then ] Please. [ And then, brittle and frantic, ] Stay.