She gasped against the teeth that touched her synthetic skin, the hot breath of the man was slightly arousing her fake hormones.
Rolling her hips on his lap, she looked down at him while her shirt nearly rose above the proper covering for her upper body as her hands were now linked together behind his neck, forearms resting on his shoulder.
Her optics were dulled down, showing she was lost in this lustful feeling before she hummed and nodded her head. “Please… continue…”
A small smile showed on his entire face as his hands moved to the clasp of her bra, undoing it before pulling the shirt over head. Letting the shirt sit on her arms, his own hands ghosted down the sides of her torso.
"It’s amazing how warm you are…"
I seriously need more of Eric Balfour’s face in my life like all the time. watching the season 3 finale,
Did Duke really call himself a “schmuck?!” He’s the nicest schmuck we know! See for yourself, next Friday on an all new Haven!
She leaned a bit into the touch, her eyelids covering her optics just a tad bit as the light dulled a bit. She hummed with a smile, closing her fake eyes fully before opening them just half way.
Hands softly rested on his shoulders for support, arching against him as she softly moaned.
Now his hands glided up from her hips and up her back, catching the shirt as they went. Fingers gently pressed into her skin before passing over her bra, not sure if he was allowed to undo it.
The whole situation turned from innocently curious touching to something much more intimate and not so foreign for the assassin. The fact that Ani was not exactly human completely slipped from his mind as he gave into the freeing feeling of passion between two people.
Rough hands took a soft grip around her back where her the bottom of her rib cage sat, pulling her in more and gently forcing the arch to curve in further. The small bit of exposed skin on her stomach pressed up against his, the warm contact making him want more.
Yusuf now couldn’t help an almost inaudible groan that breathed against her throat. They hardly were doing a thing, yet, it all seemed so intense, each touch being more tingling than the last. A soft nip to her throat was his silent plea to continue further, aside from how he was already holding her.