Her reaction was different from the times they'd gotten this far before. Rather than pulling back and admitting that they should probably stop, she pulled him in for a deep kiss and pressed herself tight against him. A sudden burst of confidence coursed through him and it was accompanied by a shift in demeanor; his gentle touches turned rough, and his hesitant movements changed to more impulsive ones.
A groan left his lips as her hips met his, and he immediately bucked against her, trying to find friction. His outfit was now more of a problem than hers, but he was far too distracted by feeling of her hands in her hair and his attempt to keep himself hovering above her to search for the clasps in his position.
"You're mine now, dammit" he grunted after breaking the kiss. He wasn't sure if it meant she was going to be his in that way, at this moment, or if he meant more long-term—probably a mixture of both. He propped himself up onto open elbow, one hand sliding down down her bodice, feeling every curve and dip on her figure, until he managed to reach her skirts. Meeting her eyes, he slipped his hand under, searching for skin under the petticoats.
A groan left his lips as her hips met his, and he immediately bucked against her, trying to find friction. His outfit was now more of a problem than hers, but he was far too distracted by feeling of her hands in her hair and his attempt to keep himself hovering above her to search for the clasps in his position.
"You're mine now, dammit" he grunted after breaking the kiss. He wasn't sure if it meant she was going to be his in that way, at this moment, or if he meant more long-term—probably a mixture of both. He propped himself up onto open elbow, one hand sliding down down her bodice, feeling every curve and dip on her figure, until he managed to reach her skirts. Meeting her eyes, he slipped his hand under, searching for skin under the petticoats.
— set by MJ! —