[ Romance is agitated, all claws and teeth, squirming against Abby's grip. Trying to wrench free and drop down on his on his own isn't working, and neither is the inhuman hiss that ghosts over Abby's ear. He's annoyed in the way that only a lover can be when they're not getting what they want.
Abby said Please, what? like a villain licking a knife, and Romance kind of wants to stab him with it, no matter how nice his abs are. He's being infuriating, and Romance wants to both kiss him and claw his face off.
He flexes his thighs, muscles moving under Abby's hands. His cheeks have flushed a bruised rose, heat rising to his face under soft violet skin. ]
You're really going to make me beg. [ You absolute bitch. ]
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Abby said Please, what? like a villain licking a knife, and Romance kind of wants to stab him with it, no matter how nice his abs are. He's being infuriating, and Romance wants to both kiss him and claw his face off.
He flexes his thighs, muscles moving under Abby's hands. His cheeks have flushed a bruised rose, heat rising to his face under soft violet skin. ]
You're really going to make me beg. [ You absolute bitch. ]