[There's a very distinct way in which his breath hitches within his throat at her touch. The way it slips back out in a soft, wavering sound, half pained sign, half desperate moan.
He's already for her, has been since she sent him that first picture. And honestly, if what she wanted right now was for him to drop to his knees and beg for her touch he would.]
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He's already for her, has been since she sent him that first picture. And honestly, if what she wanted right now was for him to drop to his knees and beg for her touch he would.]
Tell me what you want me to do.