[ Everytime Oria kisses him like that, he wants to push back, meet him with the same level of intensity. He presses Oria back into the bed a little harder, one hand bracing himself while the other squeezes at Oria's hip briefly, sliding down over Oria's thigh. Then Sinclair is pressing in, a low cry muffled into the kiss as a tight heat envelops him]
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