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Date: 2025-06-07 05:22 pm (UTC)
redlightgreenlight: (The Queen)
From: [personal profile] redlightgreenlight
She pulls subconsciously at the cuffs, wanting to touch him, but she grips the headboard harder as he lifts her hips and slides inside of her. He's hard and ready and his groan draws one from her own lips. The length of him feels perfect, they fit together as nothing else does. Her excitement jumps at his words, so eager to feel him, to have him all to herself, for him to be as pleasured in her body as she is. It's not just the fact she knows he loves her, it's that she can feel it in his soul as well as his touch.

"My king, my heart, I want everything you have and more," she whispers, resisting the urge to break the cuffs. "I am yours to do with as you please."

The last words are part of the game, but the love behind them, the trust, all that is real.

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Date: 2025-06-21 06:45 pm (UTC)
redlightgreenlight: (2)
From: [personal profile] redlightgreenlight
Her breath shudders, small gasps as he moves within her, his bruising grip sparking just as much pleasure as his length sliding in and out. She gulps at his words, at the uptick in the force he applies to her body, she braces hard against the cuffs, against the headboard. Excitement flutters in her chest as she feels him getting closer and closer and his desire to not come too soon, to feel her and delight in her for as long as possible.

She groans, long and low as he slows to a painful pace, denying her as much as himself. The moment of orgasm, the heightened lust, excitement and satisfaction...she loves drawing that from him, feeling it as strongly as he does. She almost aches for it.

"It will," she purrs. "Our love is for all of eternity."

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Date: 2025-07-13 05:39 pm (UTC)
redlightgreenlight: (Kinda Happy)
From: [personal profile] redlightgreenlight
She's almost dizzy from the burst of lust that explodes from Max, breathing in his kiss like she needs it to live. The power of his thrusts cause a loud gasp to escape her lips as he reaches orgasm, burying himself in her, releasing all of his joy in her and what she gives him even as she thirsts for everything he is. When it's finally over, she wishes they could go again, needing him now more than ever. Such pleasure she can't get from anyone else. But she can feel his exhaustion and the soreness in her own body, the bruises on her wrists that soon fade. He's happy and in turn, so is she.

"Happy Birthday, Max."

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