She wants to love me, Woah wc 559
Her hands were so small against his muscular frame, his body seemed to tower over hers. Yet her touch was anything but deniable. She seemed to enjoy having a hold on what was happening. Part of her liekd the control, he could see it in those sapphire eyes he couldn't seem to look away from. Her claws traced his tattoo and a light breathe as released from his chest. It had come to his knowledge shortly after he had gotten the marking that he wasn't the only one who liked it. He was no stranger to the feminine touch, but that did not mean he was immune. His back still tingled slightly as he watched her eyes, but knew where her hands were at all times. He had completely forgotten about cooking and dancing. All thought of such things had been long forgotten.
As she gripped at his fur in their kiss the man grinned, she had a grip. Though it didn't bother him, not in the slightest. Her words caused him to stare deep into those sapphires. Was she absolutely sure about that? Jensen wasn't the type to dally on for to long when he had his eyes set on something. Though the last words she tried to utter assured him that she was sure of the thought. Well, if the lady asked, he would comply. "You don't have to say it." His words were low, a sultry rumble into her ears as he let his hands trace down her back, stopping when they had a grip on her hips.
He raised her up in ease until her head was closer to his, pulling her waist to his as he eased her legs around him for support. This was much easier than being hunched over. The girl smelt lovely, much better than his rustic smell of stone, wood and a masculine aroma. He met her kiss of passion with equal, if not more pressure. He held her hips with one hand still while the other found her hair, brushing it away again before touching her chin, his large hand held a small touch. He did not break the kiss, he just added a seductive depth that was filled with lust.
All thought of who this girl was attached to, her life outside this moment and what he was doing was gone. Nothing else mattered right now, it was just annoyances he might have to deal with later. She certainly wasn't acting attached, and at this point, he'd continue on either way. He wasn't afraid of other people, no matter who they were. Alphas, brutes twice his size. Bring them on, he could handle what they threw at him. The amber and white brute took a step towards the couch, though he did not move further than it's side. He broke the kiss, inhaling with deep lungs. "You're absolutely sure?" He asked her with a toothed grin on his face, eyes filled with lust and a cocky attitude. He was not expecting a negative answer. The hand that was on her face fell behind her neck, stroking her spine in a touch he knew would give her the softest, and even slightly sensual tingles down her spine.
For him, there was no turning back. No regret, no hesitation. Just the pleasurable act that was taunting him in his arms.
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