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Primeval
There were those moments…
He would suddenly jerk away; he would snap out of the sex induced languor and into the moon's gaze outside, the goose down bed uncomfortably weightless beneath him and the silk covers cold against his skin.
There were those moments when his gut would clench with a visceral and atavistic panic, the kind that would send his heart suddenly racing because what, just what did he think he was doing? Couldn't he see, didn't he realize?
At this moment, the head resting against his shoulder would stir and the dark tresses would shift. Long lashes would part to reveal the slit of purple following the pale arm reaching out to pull him closer into their shared warmth, voice low and huskily whispering his name…
Just like that.
It was the music of the charmer and just like that, the snake coiling in the pit of his stomach would settle back to sleep. He would remember how tired he was and how easy it was to sink back into the soft pillows. His eyes would close against the light and his mind, against anything but the gentle snoring of his bed partner.
There were those moments but slowly, inevitably, they came fewer and farther between.