(he smiles against her kiss, taking some satisfaction in diffusing sombra's petulance. but he is not cruel, and he wants her too. oda grips her hips and pulls her to him and dispenses with any further prelude. it is a rough thrust with which he takes her, sinking to the hilt and making him groan in pleasure.
his lust is not unlike his anger: a well-restrained beast until he reaches a breaking point.)
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his lust is not unlike his anger: a well-restrained beast until he reaches a breaking point.)