[ She captures his attention entirely, both by contact and words alike. His own body keeps moving to meet hers, each rocking of her hips paired with a thrust of his own, and when she leans down and changes the angle, he gasps and moans again at the pleasure that gives him, one of his hands sliding around her side to rest on her back.
And her eyes on him, those words whispered softly against his lips, all too easily beckon him into forgetting the fear in favor of doing just what she asks, locking their gazes together. He doesn't seem quite so gone, and any haze in his eyes is from arousal, not a hint of green in sight. ]
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And her eyes on him, those words whispered softly against his lips, all too easily beckon him into forgetting the fear in favor of doing just what she asks, locking their gazes together. He doesn't seem quite so gone, and any haze in his eyes is from arousal, not a hint of green in sight. ]