Rockingham
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Jordan moving to his stomach, looking at her with those intense and passionate eyes. His hands under his chest, and feet splayed out in a predator position. It looked as if he were about to strike.
"I didn't touch," his voice sly and cool.
As he moved, each part of him flowed with one another, each joint turning and moving like a snake. He took his time getting onto his knees, keeping a watch on her, no need to rush things.
"In that position, it is hard to refuse such a woman," again, calm and collected, as if the very suppression of his emotions controlled him now. He had three parts of his mind that now fueled him. The passion, the desire, and the sheer will holding those two at bay.
The struggle bore down, even within his own eyes.
He moved to her, still on his hands and knees. Crawling back, like a master would once it has beaten its pet. He bore the position, never letting go of her stare, never letting her forgot what drove him, and what drove her as well.
The game was finally getting interesting.
"I didn't touch," his voice sly and cool.
As he moved, each part of him flowed with one another, each joint turning and moving like a snake. He took his time getting onto his knees, keeping a watch on her, no need to rush things.
"In that position, it is hard to refuse such a woman," again, calm and collected, as if the very suppression of his emotions controlled him now. He had three parts of his mind that now fueled him. The passion, the desire, and the sheer will holding those two at bay.
The struggle bore down, even within his own eyes.
He moved to her, still on his hands and knees. Crawling back, like a master would once it has beaten its pet. He bore the position, never letting go of her stare, never letting her forgot what drove him, and what drove her as well.
The game was finally getting interesting.
*hugs*