[that darkness was more than what he was giving her here, more than what she craved from him, more than the addiction he was feeding now. it was something delicate and soft, something that defied the word darkness, even if it belonged there, and she ached with it even as his hand came down against her skin, she felt it there, simmering, deep inside her. it was there, something she couldn't give words to, wasn't allowed to acknowledge, but it was there.
his hands over her skin set her on fire as she becomes brightly aware that she's going to do exactly as he claims and come just for him.] Yes...
[it's a soft whimper, it's followed by his name and a whine of desire, her movements speeding up as much as they can.] God, Ezio, please. I need this. I need--
[though as soon as she says it, she comes in a spectacular display of tightening muscles and low moans of his name and how good he is, her body fucking back against him until she can't anymore and the only thing holding her up is his grip on her wrists.]
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his hands over her skin set her on fire as she becomes brightly aware that she's going to do exactly as he claims and come just for him.] Yes...
[it's a soft whimper, it's followed by his name and a whine of desire, her movements speeding up as much as they can.] God, Ezio, please. I need this. I need--
[though as soon as she says it, she comes in a spectacular display of tightening muscles and low moans of his name and how good he is, her body fucking back against him until she can't anymore and the only thing holding her up is his grip on her wrists.]