Wanda gently places her foot on his back again, but that gentleness is short-lived as he sucks hard on her clit. She pushes into him as she moans and twists her upper body slightly on the bed.
She arches her back and doesn't try to be quiet. She ignores the dampness of her skin and the heat of the bed beneath her as she focuses on his mouth and fingers and her foot on his back. She pushes into him as though he's all she has to stay afloat. Gripping the bedsheets, her hands glow red as her magic slowly weaves itself through the threads.
Where she would let his voice go in her head, Wanda latches onto it tightly without thought. The tension she'd been holding remains, but something in the way she holds herself tautly snaps. She zeroes in on the skin and muscle beneath her heel, the mind in her hands. Where her voice would feel like a little ticklish whisper, it's akin to being tangled in thick vines.
When she thinks next, it's in a hushed whisper of Sokovian that resonates around the room like an incantation.
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She arches her back and doesn't try to be quiet. She ignores the dampness of her skin and the heat of the bed beneath her as she focuses on his mouth and fingers and her foot on his back. She pushes into him as though he's all she has to stay afloat. Gripping the bedsheets, her hands glow red as her magic slowly weaves itself through the threads.
Where she would let his voice go in her head, Wanda latches onto it tightly without thought. The tension she'd been holding remains, but something in the way she holds herself tautly snaps. She zeroes in on the skin and muscle beneath her heel, the mind in her hands. Where her voice would feel like a little ticklish whisper, it's akin to being tangled in thick vines.
When she thinks next, it's in a hushed whisper of Sokovian that resonates around the room like an incantation.
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