[ he kisses her like he wants to devour her. like he wants to carve a place inside of her and make his home there, occupying her like territory wrestled back from fjerda. it is a kiss that bruises her lips, leaves her gasping, leaves her furious.
he always manages to overwhelm her. to sneak up on her. to steal control. she'd thought she had the upper hand and just like that he has it again. she won't let herself be led around like a dog.
alina bites down on his lips, sharp and savage. with one hand she pulls at his kefta, drawing him in, and with the other she grabs a fistful of his hair. she backs him into that cave painting that may be younger than him. shoving. stubborn. letting out her aggression in this way where there is no other safe avenue. ]
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he always manages to overwhelm her. to sneak up on her. to steal control. she'd thought she had the upper hand and just like that he has it again. she won't let herself be led around like a dog.
alina bites down on his lips, sharp and savage. with one hand she pulls at his kefta, drawing him in, and with the other she grabs a fistful of his hair. she backs him into that cave painting that may be younger than him. shoving. stubborn. letting out her aggression in this way where there is no other safe avenue. ]