With his inhibition and sensibility screaming for him to stop, Charles found his thoughts rushing in conflict when her hand trailed to his chest; her movements indicative of nothing short of desire. And he felt it to. He desired more than what they were doing in that moment. This - this - seemed to be the crux of everything they had done thus far though he found the responsible voice inside of him yelling at him, berating him, for him to stop.
But he didn't. He couldn't. The niggling voice at the back of his mind was quickly muted by the loud, ardent second voice telling him to continue. And as if magic had enveloped them, every slither of sensibility ceased to exist.
He pulled her against him before turning to move her onto the table in a fit of lust. Leaning over her, Charles looked deep into her eyes and bit his lip before trailing his right hand across her collar bone and down her chest, coming to halt just above her heart.
He exhaled then and felt the need to speak.
"I love you," He said before pushing back against her to kiss her once again, this time pushing his body hard against hers as much as their bodies and position would allow.
But he didn't. He couldn't. The niggling voice at the back of his mind was quickly muted by the loud, ardent second voice telling him to continue. And as if magic had enveloped them, every slither of sensibility ceased to exist.
He pulled her against him before turning to move her onto the table in a fit of lust. Leaning over her, Charles looked deep into her eyes and bit his lip before trailing his right hand across her collar bone and down her chest, coming to halt just above her heart.
He exhaled then and felt the need to speak.
"I love you," He said before pushing back against her to kiss her once again, this time pushing his body hard against hers as much as their bodies and position would allow.