[She liked his teeth. Liked that he didn't always ask her what she wanted, did what he wanted, and sometimes that just happened to coincide with what she liked. His body lay over hers and she felt that heat, that warmth of him seeping into her, sweat building between them, his hand still teasing at her until she felt a sliver dig into her hand, her grip too tight on the broken wood as her hips bucked under his. She came, groaning out something that was probably a swear, head hanging down as her back arched up under him.]
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