He can feel her shivering and knows she's close. And he can't help the low, hot whisper that slips out of him in response to the gorgeous, desperate way she says his name.
"Come for me."
It's not a command--it's almost closer to a plea, because he's so close himself and he needs to see and feel her fall apart before he can let go.
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Date: 2017-03-19 02:35 am (UTC)"Come for me."
It's not a command--it's almost closer to a plea, because he's so close himself and he needs to see and feel her fall apart before he can let go.