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Geralt of Rivia ([personal profile] worstsin) wrote in [personal profile] every_blossom_blooming 2017-10-28 05:47 pm (UTC)

"Nina," he breathed.

He felt her come close, heard her, the way her breath stuttered, the way her thighs started to shake and her eyes grew dark, almost black. Geralt leaned against her, sinking his teeth into her shoulder, gently enough not to break skin. Love bites, not a battle between them.

His belly tightening. It would be soon for both of them. It had been good, euphoric, to be inside her. So close to her. It had been too long for him, with his needs, and difficult not to love her desperately.

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