[If she can feel how she makes him feel, then surely she can tell how much he likes the feel of her cool skin beneath his hands. It's one more reminder that she's not like the other girls he's lured into bed to drain dry, one more reminder that he can't do that to her even if he wanted to.
And he doesn't want to. The thought of Annie lying across his bed, broken and drained, her eyes staring sightlessly up at the ceiling, makes him feel sick to his stomach.
He ducks his head to lick at the hollow of her throat, his hand passing over the swell of her bum, his fingers dimpling her cool skin as he hauls her a little bit closer.] Can you feel that?
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And he doesn't want to. The thought of Annie lying across his bed, broken and drained, her eyes staring sightlessly up at the ceiling, makes him feel sick to his stomach.
He ducks his head to lick at the hollow of her throat, his hand passing over the swell of her bum, his fingers dimpling her cool skin as he hauls her a little bit closer.] Can you feel that?