[ That's more than anything she could ever ask for. He surprises her -- he gets aggressive but he's still remarkably gentle, firm where it counts and she feels herself being lifted, put entirely at his mercy.
He's supporting her weight with his strength, and it's both endlessly arousing and terrifying -- Mako, who is so slow to trust, wanting, needing this stranger in all the ways she shouldn't. She leans forward and takes her chance, kissing him hard, fumbling with his belt and undoing the buckle -- she needs him, she needs the rush passion to quell the frustration, to remind him (and herself) of what happened between them that night.
When he breaks the kiss to track his sinfully lovely lips down her jaw, her throat, and downwards, her hands roam, smoothing up his chest, in his hair as she nuzzles against him, baring her throat to him in unmistakable challenge: take her if he dares. ]
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He's supporting her weight with his strength, and it's both endlessly arousing and terrifying -- Mako, who is so slow to trust, wanting, needing this stranger in all the ways she shouldn't. She leans forward and takes her chance, kissing him hard, fumbling with his belt and undoing the buckle -- she needs him, she needs the rush passion to quell the frustration, to remind him (and herself) of what happened between them that night.
When he breaks the kiss to track his sinfully lovely lips down her jaw, her throat, and downwards, her hands roam, smoothing up his chest, in his hair as she nuzzles against him, baring her throat to him in unmistakable challenge: take her if he dares. ]