Despite everything he knows, or perhaps because of it, he keeps a part of himself away from her. And, really, since it's the same part of himself he keeps from almost everyone else, it's not that hard. Still an edge of danger, because she likes her men dangerous. Not lying, just not revealing all of the truth.
The power is one thing he can reveal. And he does, skating his palms over her breasts in ever widening circles, little sparks, little waves of subtle heat. Her nails over his skin makes him moan, just a little. Makes him press into her, not insistant, rewarding effort with knowledge of what she's doing to him and how much he enjoys this.
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Despite everything he knows, or perhaps because of it, he keeps a part of himself away from her. And, really, since it's the same part of himself he keeps from almost everyone else, it's not that hard. Still an edge of danger, because she likes her men dangerous. Not lying, just not revealing all of the truth.
The power is one thing he can reveal. And he does, skating his palms over her breasts in ever widening circles, little sparks, little waves of subtle heat. Her nails over his skin makes him moan, just a little. Makes him press into her, not insistant, rewarding effort with knowledge of what she's doing to him and how much he enjoys this.