[ bellamy doesn't withdraw his hand as he does his mouth, but instead of travelling down the length of her, he lifts his head to look up at her. eyes dark and gaze heavy, he lets his eyes trail over her, drinking her in for a moment, fingers pausing inside of her. he doesn't remember his train of thought at all, simply wanting to attune himself to any sounds she makes, even the way she shifts beneath him. ]
[ bowing his head, he kisses her torso once more before lifting it to look at her again. he murmurs, ] I lost the game, Raven. What do you want? [ maybe it isn't fair he shifts his hand, brushing his thumb against her clit. but bellamy's never been one to play by the rules completely. ]
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[ bowing his head, he kisses her torso once more before lifting it to look at her again. he murmurs, ] I lost the game, Raven. What do you want? [ maybe it isn't fair he shifts his hand, brushing his thumb against her clit. but bellamy's never been one to play by the rules completely. ]