AUTHOR'S NOTE - Just a little something that came from I don't know where. Not beta'd.
DISCLAIMER - You tell me?
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SILENT NIGHTS
She was loud. She had a sharp tongue. She never had problem with saying what she wanted and how exactly she wanted it.
She was vocal.
It was an incredible turn on for him; the way she would demand and beg.
The way she would scream out his name at the peak of her ecstasy.
The way she had no shame.
But there was something that turned him on even more; something that amazed him and pissed him off at the same time.
It was the way she could stay completely silent; the only sound her soft whimpers every time he would bury himself deep into her.
It was during the slow lovemaking that she would bite her lip and take his hand, entwining their fingers, or grasping metal bars of the bed until her knuckles turned white.
She would take deep breaths and look him dead in the eye, the tension almost painful.
Her soft whimpers would drive him crazy and he would dive deeper and harder every time, wanting desperately to hear his name tearing from her throat.
Wanting to make her scream.
But he never managed to break her.
It was only after her mind-blowing orgasm, which would in turn make him come, that she would snuggle close to him and whisper to his ear the words she knew he wanted to hear.
And that was why he would never get enough of her.
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