[ Between the harsh sound of his breath and the pulsing, rising heat emanating from his body, Eula can't help but look up, her own cheeks flushed and a small smile on her face, to see the expression on hisโ
Although when she does, she pauses in the deft unbuttoning of his vest, drawing back from his neck just enough that her own shuddered breaths aren't gusting cool breath over such a sensitive area of his skin.
His face looks... he looks overwhelmed, almost drunk.
(It's frighteningly attractive on him, and it's enough to send an imperceptible shudder of pleasure through her, knowing that with little more than kisses she can inspire such a look on him. And yetโ) ]
...Are you okay?
[ Perhaps it's a weird question to ask when her mouth has just attacked his throat enough to possibly leave a mark telling the tale, but there's a nagging feeling that makes her hesitate, a nagging feeling that for once isn't her own stubborn anxiety or anything along those lines, but rather something borne of genuine concern. ]
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Although when she does, she pauses in the deft unbuttoning of his vest, drawing back from his neck just enough that her own shuddered breaths aren't gusting cool breath over such a sensitive area of his skin.
His face looks... he looks overwhelmed, almost drunk.
(It's frighteningly attractive on him, and it's enough to send an imperceptible shudder of pleasure through her, knowing that with little more than kisses she can inspire such a look on him. And yetโ) ]
...Are you okay?
[ Perhaps it's a weird question to ask when her mouth has just attacked his throat enough to possibly leave a mark telling the tale, but there's a nagging feeling that makes her hesitate, a nagging feeling that for once isn't her own stubborn anxiety or anything along those lines, but rather something borne of genuine concern. ]