( the sound of isabelle gasping his name over and over and over again plays on a loop in his head, and rene's pretty damn sure he'd be content for it to stay there.
that was — god, that was fucking mindblowing. the whole lead up — the picture (damn, what a good picture), the subsequent messages and promises made, the feeling of hauling her over his shoulder and the sting of his palm against her skin ... that's all something rene's never done before, never really thought of. this has opened up a whole new side of him that — hell, if it plays out like this did tonight, he's on board.
that feeling of desire — no, that feeling of unadulterated need — has rene feeling a little shaken up in a damn good way.
his gaze lazily drifts over to take in that grin of hers, looking a little mischievous over there. the next thing he knows, there are pearly whites digging into his shoulder, enough to give him a small taste of what it'd feel like if she really wanted to bite him. it's enough, too, to earn her a breath of laughter, turning his head to face her with an accusatory eyebrow raised as he asks, ) You trying to pay me back for how sore you're gonna be tomorrow, mamí?
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Date: 2017-10-18 10:42 pm (UTC)that was — god, that was fucking mindblowing. the whole lead up — the picture (damn, what a good picture), the subsequent messages and promises made, the feeling of hauling her over his shoulder and the sting of his palm against her skin ... that's all something rene's never done before, never really thought of. this has opened up a whole new side of him that — hell, if it plays out like this did tonight, he's on board.
that feeling of desire — no, that feeling of unadulterated need — has rene feeling a little shaken up in a damn good way.
his gaze lazily drifts over to take in that grin of hers, looking a little mischievous over there. the next thing he knows, there are pearly whites digging into his shoulder, enough to give him a small taste of what it'd feel like if she really wanted to bite him. it's enough, too, to earn her a breath of laughter, turning his head to face her with an accusatory eyebrow raised as he asks, ) You trying to pay me back for how sore you're gonna be tomorrow, mamí?