[ She shivers in his hold with a familiar spike of adrenaline rushing up her spine. Her heart has already begun to race. When he bold and acts in command, it always touches something particular in her. Perhaps it is the fact her branch of her race has been driven by men in control, or perhaps it is simply because she is so very attracted to the Commander in him. Perhaps both. Whichever is the case, Alkaid truly melts against him at his movements.
Her lips part for him and she sits to press her hips to his. It was supposed to be a relaxing moment, but now, she hardly cares if they end up shedding or moving the towels they wear. Her hips gently rock against his once as a gentle sound makes its way from her. Now that she thinks on it? They've not been able to be intimate as they would be due to her injuries from Zenos.
And, she imagines that face might strike a certain cord in him. ]
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Her lips part for him and she sits to press her hips to his. It was supposed to be a relaxing moment, but now, she hardly cares if they end up shedding or moving the towels they wear. Her hips gently rock against his once as a gentle sound makes its way from her. Now that she thinks on it? They've not been able to be intimate as they would be due to her injuries from Zenos.
And, she imagines that face might strike a certain cord in him. ]