“It’s a holiday,” Stephen says, and it is in fact the first holiday here he’s ever been able to savour, or had any reason whatsoever to care about the fact that work can wait and he doesn’t need to be anywhere and the infirmary can stay closed today. Come hell or high water.
“I’ll throw a fireball at anyone who fucking disturbs us—”
Compared to Gwenaëlle’s usual foul mouth, he doesn’t often curse to the same extent, which is how you know he means business.
His hips rock, slicking his cock with her; his thighs pressed against hers, knees spread and wings spread, hands braced against her hips; before he slowly sinks himself into her and plunges in to the hilt, re-accustomising to the sensation, the hot heat and pressure, the small ragged noise that wrenches out of him, the wanting, before he eventually starts to move.
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“I’ll throw a fireball at anyone who fucking disturbs us—”
Compared to Gwenaëlle’s usual foul mouth, he doesn’t often curse to the same extent, which is how you know he means business.
His hips rock, slicking his cock with her; his thighs pressed against hers, knees spread and wings spread, hands braced against her hips; before he slowly sinks himself into her and plunges in to the hilt, re-accustomising to the sensation, the hot heat and pressure, the small ragged noise that wrenches out of him, the wanting, before he eventually starts to move.