Pairing: The Ghoul/Lucy Maclean
Trigger Warnings: See Tags
Collaborative fanfic between me & the wonderfully talented EatingCrackersInBed
Summary:
He leans slightly into the hand around her throat. Not enough to really cut off airflow, but enough to mildly restrict it. To let her know that he could, if he really wanted to.
That doesn't scare her nearly as much as it excites her. And distantly, she recognizes that that's probably a problem.
"You like this, huh?" he breathes, so close to her face, voice laced with something that sounds almost doubtful. Like he doesn't quite believe her.
Her resolve hardens, eyes narrowing. Defiance rolls through her like a wave. Fuck him. She's never lied to him.
"Don't you?" she croaks, pushing up into his hand a little.
Something indecipherable flashes through his eyes just a split second before another dry peel of laughter cracks up out of him like a shot.
"Oh, sweetheart," he coos, words dripping with just the sort of condescension that has a way of flipping something down low and hot in her guts. He crowds in closer, his thigh wedging itself between hers and his belt buckle digging into her belly. "You've got no idea what I'd like."
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