Sweeney pushes up with his far elbow, urging her onto her back. Rising enough to get back over her, he sits on his heels and tugs gently, trying to get what's left of her dress slid over her head so he can toss it haphazardly over his shoulder and onto the carpet.
He slides the supporting bracer off his shoulder to let it hang with the other. Bringing his lips to her chest, he draws soft lines upward with his tongue, accenting them with tender nips. When he gets to her collar bone, he presses the words against it with delicate kisses.
"He's a pretentious cunt. He thrives on makin' folk feel like that." Sweeney raises up to look directly in her eyes as he perches over her.
"I told ya, yer still gonna need those skins. Ain't you failin'. It's you adaptin'." He quirks a small smile. "What ya did, it weren't fer him. It's 'cause ya love Godric, an' Godric has shit taste in the prick he wants inside him."
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Sweeney pushes up with his far elbow, urging her onto her back. Rising enough to get back over her, he sits on his heels and tugs gently, trying to get what's left of her dress slid over her head so he can toss it haphazardly over his shoulder and onto the carpet.
He slides the supporting bracer off his shoulder to let it hang with the other. Bringing his lips to her chest, he draws soft lines upward with his tongue, accenting them with tender nips. When he gets to her collar bone, he presses the words against it with delicate kisses.
"He's a pretentious cunt. He thrives on makin' folk feel like that." Sweeney raises up to look directly in her eyes as he perches over her.
"I told ya, yer still gonna need those skins. Ain't you failin'. It's you adaptin'." He quirks a small smile. "What ya did, it weren't fer him. It's 'cause ya love Godric, an' Godric has shit taste in the prick he wants inside him."