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[ The mess of sound is going to be a thing that curls itself into her dreams - his filthy groaning curses, the creak of her bed beneath them, the snap of their bodies hitting together. She knows that she'll call this up in her mind and wake up wet and aching. It's almost better than the first time, because they know each other by now and they know that they're both wicked. Rose tugs on his ear with her teeth, claiming something back from him, but lets him fuck her as hard and as fast as he wants.

And then she's tightening her knees around him and with a sudden strength he probably didn't know she had, she's flipping him over onto his back, his cock never leaving her body as she grins down at him through a curtain of hair. She rolls her hips, dangerously slowly as she tugs his shirt up over her head. ]