[ He lets another surprised chuckle, his eyes taking in the way her lips part, the way her pupils are swallowing up her irises, the thrill making her cheeks grow hotter. He feels her body move against his and he nods, encouraging. He wants her to come so badly, wants to see it on her face and feel it through her body, so extremely aware that he's the one that got her there. ]
It is, to me. [ He's speaking softly and a little teasing, even though he still is amazed that she's interested in him at all.
She says they have time, and she probably means it about what he said, on discovering everything there is to know about Isabelle Lightwood, but right now it feels like they don't - like he should be feeling more urgent. He hitches his thigh up again, his fingers hooked into the cup of her bra. ]
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It is, to me. [ He's speaking softly and a little teasing, even though he still is amazed that she's interested in him at all.
She says they have time, and she probably means it about what he said, on discovering everything there is to know about Isabelle Lightwood, but right now it feels like they don't - like he should be feeling more urgent. He hitches his thigh up again, his fingers hooked into the cup of her bra. ]