He bit down on his lip---her lip, he realized---as he moved deeper within her. His hands moved but seemed to stay in the same place, but perhaps that was simply them, simply moving within each other.

His lips twitched against hers into a smirk. He could feel the jealousy she had towards the blonde with the fan, and it was flattering. The blonde would never be the blonde in his arms at that moment, and, therefore, she was nothing to him. There were few he'd open his hearts to, and they needed to be special. Very, very special.

I do my best not to terrify.

He broke their kiss, only to taste her throat, trying to recapture that spot that caused her to cry out before.