Lydia was glad in that moment that they were alone because there was no stopping or muffling that cry that escaped her as he slammed into her, giving her no time to brace herself as stretched and then clamped down around him. There was more an edge of pain than pleasure but then it faded into a red haze as she dug her nails into the back of his neck and shoulder where her hands were clutching to him.
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Date: 2013-07-05 04:32 am (UTC)