[His touch traces along her body, over his handiwork of darkening bruises and Sombra smiles. The flip to her stomach catches her by surprise and she cries his name out loudly when he buries himself into her.
Each snap of his hips earns a moan, a sigh, a swear, and when his hand twists into her hair, she nearly wails, burying her face into the pillows.]
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Each snap of his hips earns a moan, a sigh, a swear, and when his hand twists into her hair, she nearly wails, burying her face into the pillows.]