Mercuxio's breath hitched at her responses, the little breaths she made, where she panted and arched her back into his touch. He didn't know if it was just the alcohol talking or if the sped up heart beat in his chest was because he wanted her. He let out a low slow breath, shuddering and releasing a soft moan as he settled between her legs, her skin so soft and untouched. He was still on his hands and knees, holding himself above her with one and letting the free hand rove her body. A thumb brushed over her nipple, feeling the bump of hardened tips, and flushed state of her pale skin.
"Did you?" Stupid. Don't parrot the questions back to her, he chided himself. "Fucking hell. Aveline." He panted hotly against her lips as she took his hand and pressed it down her body, down to that spot he'd favored before with a few fingers. Rubbing at her again, he focused his hand slowly letting her twitch and moan to the little motions of his fingers on her body.
"Yeah," he panted. His lips pursed to kiss at hers and he tugged on her bottom lip, pulling it with his and sliding his tongue inside her mouth again. "We can make love. This...is supposed to feel good. If something is uncomfortable, then I can adjust so that it feels wonderful. God... Aveline...you're so hot."
He pulled his hand away with some reluctance. Fuck he watch her face and listen to her mewl forever, but the little whines would wait a bit as he settled more between her legs and brushed his tip against her entrance.
"I slip inside you. Into your heat...And our bodies become one," he explained gently, moaning against her mouth, and kissing down her neck, and pressing himself against her, so that that heat slicked him up and made entry all that much easier.