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[Those sounds she makes are almost enough to make him come right there. He doesn't even have to wonder because he's sure he's never heard anything so arousing in his entire life. And that dark hungry part of him devours them, thrives on them, finds satisfaction there.

His eyes widen momentarily at the bite though - before his lips curl on one side, a smirk he can't even pretend to hide. So... damn proud of himself. She's beautiful, desperate and beautiful and if this is all he brings away with him into the cold, empty months in space - its going to feed him. His other hand slides up her bare back, settles and spreads between her shoulderblades, giving her complete support and his eyes devour her face, the way she looks, what she lets him do to her. It's enough to make his own hips want to jerk, just the sight of her losing herself to him and its hard to hold himself steady. But he does. Because he needs this. God... he needs this. Inside of her he picks up the speed, builds, offers, keeps giving her more - and then more again - and against her clit, his finger circles, gently presses, rubs. He doesn't even realize his voice is crooning, rough with lust, velvet with pleasure.]

That's right, sweetheart. I've got you. You're safe. You can let go. I've got you.