Fics like i can’t let you go (your handprint’s on my soul)

“You’re so… what do they call it?” Carina trails off, scratches her nail — red, acrylic, just a hair shorter and more blunt on the pointer and middle finger — down the cleft between Maya’s breasts. “Submissive.” If it were anyone else in the world, Maya would argue and stomp away angrily, but this is Carina — sweet, loving Carina who taught her to take exactly what she wanted and to unabashedly ask for what feels good — Carina who would never judge her or expect any more of her than what she is right at this moment. She nods into the soft skin of Carina’s neck, nibbles on the patch of flesh just above her pulse point that drives her wild, presses her hips down, down, downward into muscular thigh. “And what are you going to do about it, hm?” “I’ll watch you.”

Fics like i can’t let you go (your handprint’s on my soul)

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