Whispers

 
 

sighs

He knows just how to extract them.

A push here. A nip there. Murmurs into the silky curve of her skin. She sighs his name in a warm heat across his neck. Her sighs caress him as he draws them out with his hands. Her breaths, her gasps, and her gentle moans belong to him. The idea, the very thought, of this beautiful creature unable to touch is indecent and violates all that is right. Rogue is his.

"Remy." She intoxicates him with her lovely voice. "I love you."

He buries his face against her and sighs in utter contentment.

 


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