[Erol growls a little at the hand on his wrist. HE was the one in control during sex. And if he wasn't - then it certainly wasn't going to be a GIRL taking the lead.
Even a girl who could fight him to an exhausted stand-still.
The open setting nags at the back of his mind a little, but fuck it. There was a hill between them and the door, anyone who heard them at it and came looking would get an eyeful. Erol certainly wouldn't be embarrassed.
Breaking the kiss, he shoves her to the ground a little - flowers, why did it have to be fucking flowers everywhere? - and bites her shoulder, hard.]
[Erol hisses at the scratch, just to tell her he likes it. Her moan might be genuine, might be not, but he's not certain how much he cares. Erol never was a considerate lover, when you could even call him that.
He returns the favor, hands deliberately rough and over-strong as he tugs the hem of her shirt up. Gripping her waist cruelly, he pushes beneath the fabric to feel her breasts.]
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Somewhere in the back of her mind she finds it just a little funny that she's in a field of flowers with Erol of all people.]
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Even a girl who could fight him to an exhausted stand-still.
The open setting nags at the back of his mind a little, but fuck it. There was a hill between them and the door, anyone who heard them at it and came looking would get an eyeful. Erol certainly wouldn't be embarrassed.
Breaking the kiss, he shoves her to the ground a little - flowers, why did it have to be fucking flowers everywhere? - and bites her shoulder, hard.]
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She humors him with a groan at the bite as her fingers find the edge of his shirt, dragging her nails along his back as she pulls it up.]
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He returns the favor, hands deliberately rough and over-strong as he tugs the hem of her shirt up. Gripping her waist cruelly, he pushes beneath the fabric to feel her breasts.]
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