Isa's head tilted back, allowing him to access her neck more fully. He kissed along the curves there, tasting them and doing his best to give her as much pleasure as possible. It was his job. He let her hands wander over him, doing his best not to shudder each time she touched on a scar, feeling completely uncomfortable with it. Pulling away was impossible though. He had an order, and had to follow it. A giggle escaped from Isa, bringing a ghost of a smile to his lips before it disappeared again, blackness surrounding him.
She seemed to enjoy the new closeness his movement had created, hitching her hand around his own neck. Another kiss was pushed on, his tongue briefly touching hers, tasting her. Her hand slid down from his chest to his abdomen, then moving even farther down. Hadley's hand, the one not tangled in her hair holding her close, moved down to her thighs, gently touching there. He was hesitant in his movements, unsteady as he himself didn't want this, though he was aroused, and unsure if he would be able to give her enough pleasure.
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