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[Lust's first response is simply to nod, not trusting words. But she realizes that's hardly helpful, can he even see that she's nodded? But it seems such a difficult task, to bring forth coherent words and not simply whimpered sounds of pleasure.]

Yes!

[The word is breathless and sharp, torn from Lust's lips as she arches herself into Boone's hand. Her lower lip catches between her lip tight enough to bruise and her hair cascades in flowing patterns across the pillow and sheets. Her toes curl. There's a flush on her cheeks and down her throat, her skin alive with desire.]

[There's no doubt as to how badly she wants him.]

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[That's all he needs. He moves back slightly so he can position himself properly at her entrance, pushing in slowly so they can both savour the feeling. He breathes out a slow, shaky breath as he presses forward, and once he's buried deep inside her he stays like that for a moment. She's tight around him, and he's so turned on that he barely trusts himself to move.

He swallows, before moving his hips finally. Keeping the pace slower than he'd like for now, because if he goes too fast it'll all be over too quickly. He runs a hand through her long, dark hair, and takes in how beautiful she looks right now. Flushed and wanting, all for him. Goddamn, he's lucky. And for once, he ignores the little voice inside his head that tells him it'll be ripped away from him soon enough.]