Hushed Willows [m] Takes his mask off and lulls his head

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i don't want to wait.
suddenly, boone didn't either. he didn't know what overtook him in that moment. he'd loved her like this before and surely he would a thousand times after, but as his he moves to embrace her, head swimming with white-hot sparks, he did not feel like himself. something had shifted.
it was not a want, but a visceral need, and he would ensure that she felt it too.

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he smells so strongly of her, and she of him. he is breathless as he kisses her again, again, again; feathersoft to make up for any of his roughness.
do you think--? he cannot finish his question before a sheepish grin begins to tug at his lips.
do you think it'll take?