"You can be both..." she sighed, basking in the attention he was showing all the sensitive parts of her neck. The growl earned a laugh and when she felt the sharpness of his teeth - Sombra froze just for a heartbeat. Before she could think it, he bit down so, so sweetly and for a moment Sombra was lost.
She shuddered as he growled into her skin, pulling to him and rolling her hips. More than any sort of carnal touch, Sombra flirted with danger and death like they were old lovers. She knew if Genji was not so sweet...if he were cruel and mean and hungry...
"I'm not afraid of you," Sombra's voice was raw and hot and all the good things about fucking seemed to rise off of her skin. Her moan at his kiss was sinful and her magic went sweet on the air; sugar, spice, and woman.
"I'm not afraid of anything." Her voice was dark and wanting as his touch traced over her and even with the fabric between them, his touch just seemed to draw more of her magic into the air.
Sombra was far too interested in comfort to wear much more than was necessary for her own sense of propriety. But something seemed to awake in Genji, Thank God, and he became more interested in what lay under the hoodie than teasing her mercilessly.
Nothing but a thin bralette and thin panties stood in the way of having access to all of her skin. While Genji pressed kisses to her belly, Sombra wriggled the hoodie the rest of the way off. She released her hold on his hair, only enough to shrug her arm out of the garment.
At his little 'threat' to introduce himself to neighbors with Sombra's moans, she laughed again before shamelessly tugging his hair, trying to raise his mouth from her skin.
"Let's do it, never liked those assholes anyway." Trailing her touch from his hair to his cheek, she found herself breathing heavily and feeling a little exposed under his brilliant gaze.
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She shuddered as he growled into her skin, pulling to him and rolling her hips. More than any sort of carnal touch, Sombra flirted with danger and death like they were old lovers. She knew if Genji was not so sweet...if he were cruel and mean and hungry...
"I'm not afraid of you," Sombra's voice was raw and hot and all the good things about fucking seemed to rise off of her skin. Her moan at his kiss was sinful and her magic went sweet on the air; sugar, spice, and woman.
"I'm not afraid of anything." Her voice was dark and wanting as his touch traced over her and even with the fabric between them, his touch just seemed to draw more of her magic into the air.
Sombra was far too interested in comfort to wear much more than was necessary for her own sense of propriety. But something seemed to awake in Genji, Thank God, and he became more interested in what lay under the hoodie than teasing her mercilessly.
Nothing but a thin bralette and thin panties stood in the way of having access to all of her skin. While Genji pressed kisses to her belly, Sombra wriggled the hoodie the rest of the way off. She released her hold on his hair, only enough to shrug her arm out of the garment.
At his little 'threat' to introduce himself to neighbors with Sombra's moans, she laughed again before shamelessly tugging his hair, trying to raise his mouth from her skin.
"Let's do it, never liked those assholes anyway." Trailing her touch from his hair to his cheek, she found herself breathing heavily and feeling a little exposed under his brilliant gaze.
"But kiss me first, Genji..."