The hair rises on her arms and the back of her neck at the way his hands move, soft, slow, like she's something so special. Then his voice gets all husky and low and she shivers at the intent in it.
She lets her eyes fall closed and gives herself over to him. "Want you," she whispers, rough, and runs her tongue across her lips. "I want you, Declan. How you want me."
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Date: 2011-11-24 08:16 am (UTC)She lets her eyes fall closed and gives herself over to him. "Want you," she whispers, rough, and runs her tongue across her lips. "I want you, Declan. How you want me."