[Justine meets his gaze without shame or worry. She let's him see her vulnerability and sends the strength of that trust through their skin, the air and their Bond. It's more than lust or rampant fleeting desires. It's something she's offered so few people in her life and she gives it to him now.
It's scary but she bares herself to him and does so in the only way that she knows how.
Her arms stretch above her head and her pulse quickens as heat gathers in her abdomen and between her legs. There is a tug on her wrist and she wiggles against him, making sure that the knot is good and tight.]
No.
[Her voice is heavy and purposely obstinate. She doesn't want to tell him if it's too tight because she wants it to be too tight. She wants to feel and the thin tendrils of pain lacing from her wrist will only heighten the sense of pleasure she feels when he finally buries himself inside of her.]
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It's scary but she bares herself to him and does so in the only way that she knows how.
Her arms stretch above her head and her pulse quickens as heat gathers in her abdomen and between her legs. There is a tug on her wrist and she wiggles against him, making sure that the knot is good and tight.]
No.
[Her voice is heavy and purposely obstinate. She doesn't want to tell him if it's too tight because she wants it to be too tight. She wants to feel and the thin tendrils of pain lacing from her wrist will only heighten the sense of pleasure she feels when he finally buries himself inside of her.]