[He's found himself a nasty little craving for that flush of her cheeks. It worms inside that self punishment, asking him to indulge. What he's had isn't enough. Does he deserve it? Maybe not. But to transmit the weight of his feeling to the image of pressing against her, feeling her gasp against his skin, legs tucked against his hips - could there be anything better?]
[For now he tilts his head, considering, before he kisses over the inside of her elbow with a little smile, pulling closer.]
I'll allow it. Command this old guide, Miss Malkuth. Ask what...you desire of me.
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[He's found himself a nasty little craving for that flush of her cheeks. It worms inside that self punishment, asking him to indulge. What he's had isn't enough. Does he deserve it? Maybe not. But to transmit the weight of his feeling to the image of pressing against her, feeling her gasp against his skin, legs tucked against his hips - could there be anything better?]
[For now he tilts his head, considering, before he kisses over the inside of her elbow with a little smile, pulling closer.]
I'll allow it. Command this old guide, Miss Malkuth. Ask what...you desire of me.