[It's hard for her, to stop being the Widow, stop being the spy and the killer with so much blood on her hands. It takes him to pull her down, make her into something else. So that she's just Natalia, just the girl, the one that was all rough edges the first time they met. That needs his body against her own more than she needs to be unbreakable.
She gasps as his fist reaches out, his fingers curling around her hair and pulling back hard enough that she almost whimpers. He arches her body back, drawn taut as he starts to spank her again. Except this time it's harder, and he's jarring her body, almost making the entirety of the bed shake. Those words come rough and staccato, punctuate by the slap of his hand against her ass.]
Ple- please. Please, James- I need to be yours. I want you to come inside me.
[Her voice a plea, an aching desperation as she arches, leaning into his hand on her ass even as the sting of it cuts through her. She's trembling, shaking, wide-eyed as he spanks her. That collar around her neck somehow feels almost as hot as her ass does, like there's a weight to it.]
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She gasps as his fist reaches out, his fingers curling around her hair and pulling back hard enough that she almost whimpers. He arches her body back, drawn taut as he starts to spank her again. Except this time it's harder, and he's jarring her body, almost making the entirety of the bed shake. Those words come rough and staccato, punctuate by the slap of his hand against her ass.]
Ple- please. Please, James- I need to be yours. I want you to come inside me.
[Her voice a plea, an aching desperation as she arches, leaning into his hand on her ass even as the sting of it cuts through her. She's trembling, shaking, wide-eyed as he spanks her. That collar around her neck somehow feels almost as hot as her ass does, like there's a weight to it.]