He's thinking of blood as he pulls at the little clothing he has on, freeing his straining cock and pinning her to the wall with his hips and hands. He's thinking of blood and gold, which was always what his life was worth to her, her and everyone like her. This might feel like some manner of vengeance, the violence of this moment, except for how well he knows that he's only giving her exactly what she wants.
He hooks her thigh high on his hip and thrusts into her with a snarl. Before he had performed well, but he had only been performing.
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:41 am (UTC)He hooks her thigh high on his hip and thrusts into her with a snarl. Before he had performed well, but he had only been performing.
This time, neither of them is masked.