[Sinclair whimpers, his heart pounding even harder. He shudders, grinding against Oria's leg as heat warms his skin. He digs his fingers against Oria's shoulders, his breath soft and unsteady as he tips his head to the side, eyes squeezing shut at the sounds, the heat of Oria's mouth against his now too sensitive ear]
You have me. Everything--I'm yours.
[Hidden by the rocks, he feels a little less aware of their surroundings, even as the waves break the shoreline. It's hard to think clearly with anything when Oria keeps touching him like this]
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You have me. Everything--I'm yours.
[Hidden by the rocks, he feels a little less aware of their surroundings, even as the waves break the shoreline. It's hard to think clearly with anything when Oria keeps touching him like this]