[It's hoarse, low, and filled with heat as he snaps his hips forward. His mate. It's the sight of the mark again that drives him on, and if his fingers weren't busy working at her he would be sorely tempted to touch.
As it is, it's enough to send him shivering with the want. Perhaps he wait had made everything that much better. He'd never admit it though.]
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[It's hoarse, low, and filled with heat as he snaps his hips forward. His mate. It's the sight of the mark again that drives him on, and if his fingers weren't busy working at her he would be sorely tempted to touch.
As it is, it's enough to send him shivering with the want. Perhaps he wait had made everything that much better. He'd never admit it though.]