( pleasure in looking upon; pleasure mirrored back to him from her face, too, petrana's free hand flattening on the bedding to unnecessarily brace herself in pushing back against marcus's hand, resisting impulse to close her eyes in favour of meeting julius's first, then marcusβ
there is delicacy in the fine lines of her, but not in the frank way that she appreciates both the immediate and the anticipated. nor in the way she uses toes hooked behind marcus's calf to pull herself closer underneath him, knees bending, judiciously sliding her hands away from his groin with the thought that it will probably take slightly longer to prepare him than her and she's not getting a man nearly forty off first when she has such high hopes for this morning.
not that she ceases to touch him. her fingers splay out over the scar high on his thigh, memorising its shape, tantalizingly close to where she was stroking him a moment ago and isn't any more. )
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there is delicacy in the fine lines of her, but not in the frank way that she appreciates both the immediate and the anticipated. nor in the way she uses toes hooked behind marcus's calf to pull herself closer underneath him, knees bending, judiciously sliding her hands away from his groin with the thought that it will probably take slightly longer to prepare him than her and she's not getting a man nearly forty off first when she has such high hopes for this morning.
not that she ceases to touch him. her fingers splay out over the scar high on his thigh, memorising its shape, tantalizingly close to where she was stroking him a moment ago and isn't any more. )