Raven was rapidly losing the ability to form coherent words and instead just let out soft little cries and moans. Her hips rose up faster and faster, and her nails dug in harder, though her movements were becoming a little less "matching his rhythm" and a little more frenzied.
She may not have been able to speak, but she could still project her feelings outward, a dizzying vortex of love and want and need and yes.
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Date: 2011-10-20 12:23 am (UTC)She may not have been able to speak, but she could still project her feelings outward, a dizzying vortex of love and want and need and yes.