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Glow
He glows beneath me.
Every move I make above him he matches with the same vigor, the same passion I feel tightening in the pit of my stomach. He growls when my hips roll, the power feeling so good that I reach up to pull on his hair, sufficiently bringing his swollen lips to my own.
Our tongues battle, but it is not a battle for dominance. It is as though neither of us can get enough contact, neither of us can get enough of the others skin against our own. It's maddening, but it's worth it.
We could be caught, our lives could be ruined.
A vampire and a werewolf. They would surely kill us for the abomination alone, and yet when he is beneath me, screaming and whimpering and moaning my name and grabbing and scratching and pleading with my body, there are no such words.
It is only Jacob and I, and the way in which he glows, so beautifully, beneath me.
For Justin.