He moaned in the kiss, his hands clenching against her. The war going on inside him had to be obvious to her, in the way his body reacted and the way his moan sounded. He had to go slow so he wouldn't hurt her. Or himself. The speed changed everything and the only way to keep them both safe was to fight with himself even as he surrendered to her.
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Date: 2014-07-07 06:01 pm (UTC)