[Tempting as it is and as much as it is his prerogative to takes his pleasures before all others, he is not quite so greedy as a lover. Her own reactions don't escape his notice. So when she pulls back, Ozymandias allows himself to slip from her lips with a groan. His hands leave her hair as he pulls her back up to her feet. Leaning down, he catches her lips in a kiss, still tasting himself on her lips and tongue. When he breaks the kiss, he steps around her to sit on the bed.]
C'mere...
[Ozymandias pulls her closer by the wrist and begins kissing at her skin, although even with his hunger for her, he's still careful not to agitate any of the marks on her skin and keeps his kisses and nips lighter for those still a little slower to heal. As he pays worship and praise to her stomach and eventually her breasts, his hand slips between her legs to feel at the wet heat between her legs, fingers teasing over her panties as he places pressure against her with the heel of his hand. Having already released her wrist, Ozymandias' hand moves along her hip down to one of the ribbons holding her panties up.]
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C'mere...
[Ozymandias pulls her closer by the wrist and begins kissing at her skin, although even with his hunger for her, he's still careful not to agitate any of the marks on her skin and keeps his kisses and nips lighter for those still a little slower to heal. As he pays worship and praise to her stomach and eventually her breasts, his hand slips between her legs to feel at the wet heat between her legs, fingers teasing over her panties as he places pressure against her with the heel of his hand. Having already released her wrist, Ozymandias' hand moves along her hip down to one of the ribbons holding her panties up.]