Geralt's breath was low, hot, even. His body felt too warm, too quickly. There was a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a groan and a growl, and he reached for Nina's hips and lifted her, settling her back down straddling his lap. He pressed their foreheads together, the unnatural heat of his against Nina. Her own skin felt cool to his touch.
"If we keep this up, I'm not going to be able to stop at just putting my mouth on you."
It was something he'd never said before. Geralt had very good control over himself, always. Never became so excited. He stared at Nina.
He would never hurt her, not even under the circumstances. But she may not be interested in what he was suggesting, and she deserved to have at least one final chance to get out, to leave.
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Date: 2017-09-22 12:42 am (UTC)Geralt's breath was low, hot, even. His body felt too warm, too quickly. There was a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a groan and a growl, and he reached for Nina's hips and lifted her, settling her back down straddling his lap. He pressed their foreheads together, the unnatural heat of his against Nina. Her own skin felt cool to his touch.
"If we keep this up, I'm not going to be able to stop at just putting my mouth on you."
It was something he'd never said before. Geralt had very good control over himself, always. Never became so excited. He stared at Nina.
He would never hurt her, not even under the circumstances. But she may not be interested in what he was suggesting, and she deserved to have at least one final chance to get out, to leave.