Richard's head tilts a little to the side, offering her his throat with growled groans. His hips move under her, mirroring her movements perfectly, if pushing her to move a little faster. Lust, desire, want, and pleasure are what flow through the marks, though there's also that ever small present hum of love too. Love of how her body feels around him, how she moves against him, and love for her.
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Date: 2009-09-27 10:11 pm (UTC)