[ She gives his wrists a little squeeze before letting go — just so she can sit back, really digging her knees in and bracing her palms against his chest as she starts riding him in earnest. Each flex of her thighs has him nearly slipping out of her before she's rocking back down onto him, taking what she wants without any mercy. There's something almost dangerous about her when she's like this — something dark and wanting in her eyes as she looks down at him, her attention heavy and singular. ]
Say my name like you fucking mean it.
[ It's in her voice too, that dangerous something — low and intimate, meant in that moment for him and him alone. ]
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[ She gives his wrists a little squeeze before letting go — just so she can sit back, really digging her knees in and bracing her palms against his chest as she starts riding him in earnest. Each flex of her thighs has him nearly slipping out of her before she's rocking back down onto him, taking what she wants without any mercy. There's something almost dangerous about her when she's like this — something dark and wanting in her eyes as she looks down at him, her attention heavy and singular. ]
Say my name like you fucking mean it.
[ It's in her voice too, that dangerous something — low and intimate, meant in that moment for him and him alone. ]
Call me Andromache.