[Her pulse doesn't beat steadily now, it never does when he kisses her -- it never does when he kisses her, no matter the spot -- and it won't come back to normal anytime soon. It races, sends blood up to her head in a rush and makes her woozy and a little breathless. That's a lot of power to hand over to a person, she knows, but it never occurs to her not to let him know how much he affects her, how much she wants him.
She's not making up for the one failure of a night, she's just being genuine and generous because that's Raven at her core. Raven, when she's allowed to love and touch and shower with affection.
She runs her hand up slowly, from his wrist to his shoulder, to the back of his neck. Sinks her fingers into his hair when he kisses near her breast, and gives him an encouraging squeeze. If it's not enough, she arches, because it feels good and his mouth leaves her hot and bothered already, so she wants more of it, closer, lower, anywhere.]
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She's not making up for the one failure of a night, she's just being genuine and generous because that's Raven at her core. Raven, when she's allowed to love and touch and shower with affection.
She runs her hand up slowly, from his wrist to his shoulder, to the back of his neck. Sinks her fingers into his hair when he kisses near her breast, and gives him an encouraging squeeze. If it's not enough, she arches, because it feels good and his mouth leaves her hot and bothered already, so she wants more of it, closer, lower, anywhere.]