time, letting the tension ripple beneath her palms. the way ciriโs arms strain, the way her fingers claw at the sheets; amara notices everything, even if she pretends not to. โhas this begun to help at all?โ soft, a barely rumble.
a low hum, half-laugh. โitโs a disaster of a combinationโฆ but somehow it works, only when itโs from you.โ is that a hint of fondness that can be heard? my, my.
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โ bold and delusional ? is that such a bad combination ?โ
sheโd speak , mumbling against the pillows beneath her .
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arc along ciriโs jaw, not quite a caress, not quite not. โyouโd feel it. long before you heard it.โ
the grin on her lips deepens, confident. โso yes, little wolfโฆ iโd make it clear.โ eyes narrow. โdid i mention how much i missed you?โ
amaraโs fingers pause against ciriโs skin, her smile curling slow and deliberate as their eyes meet. โobvious?โ she repeats, voice dropping into something velvety. โoh, i donโt do subtle when i mean something.โ
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her head leaned into amara's touch , looking into her eyes , a grin had tugged at the corner of her lips . " oh I'm sure you'd make it very , very obvious , wouldn't you ?"
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amaraโs brows lift at the sudden hhhmph, a soft laugh slipping out before she can stop it. โbetter be?โ she echoes, tilting her head as her thumb brushes lightly along the edge of ciriโs jaw. โlittle wolf, if i meant it, youโd know.โ
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feeling the finger underneath her chin , she couldnโt help but grin , scrunching up her nose ever so slightly , looking forwards towards amara .
โ you better be just joking โ HHHMPH !โ
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slow press, steady and exact.
โand of course iโm good,โ she adds, tone dipping into a quiet, wicked pride. โyou think iโd touch you without knowing what iโm doing?โ
โbold and delusional,โ she mutters, though the faint curl at her lips gives her away. โtruth isnโt usually something you dress up in a pout.โ
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โ am i being bold , or is it the truth ?โ
fingers stretch out , gripping onto the sheet on the sofa . another groan had slipped past ciriโs lips , her back arched upwards . her back spasmed ever so slightly . chewing down onto the โ
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amara lets out a soft sigh, one hand lifting to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she watches that pout form. โoh, hush,โ she murmurs, amusement softening her tone. โiโm joking.โ
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