That sound and the mingling scent of his blood in the air drives him further, his breaths strangling in his throat as his body moves at a speed and intensity that would damage most women.
But thank God, Moon is who she is, and he can be what he is.
He cries out sharply as his hips jerk sharply against her, pressing into and against her as far as he can go. He doesn't move for a moment, then draws back slightly only to thrust himself once more into her with a desperate cry, spilling himself inside her.
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Date: 2009-09-03 08:50 am (UTC)But thank God, Moon is who she is, and he can be what he is.
He cries out sharply as his hips jerk sharply against her, pressing into and against her as far as he can go. He doesn't move for a moment, then draws back slightly only to thrust himself once more into her with a desperate cry, spilling himself inside her.