Hut-cabin-thing christening

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It's as he pulls her into the cabin and kicks the door shut that he realizes that he hasn't had her here, not since the change occurred. There's something about a cabin that makes it seem cozier. And more conducive to this.

The interior is dim, lit only by the thin light from the one window, but that doesn't much matter. It's warm, and the pile of quilts that serves as his bed will be even warmer. He drops his jacket heedlessly onto the floor and hooks a hand around her waist, pulling her firmly against him and bending to capture her mouth with his, his other hand cupping her face. "Missed this," he growls.

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Her bound hands tighten on the sheets as he sucks on her breast, as he fingers her cunt without any real rhythm, just enough to tease her, to make he want him, to make her even wetter still. The blindfold seems to highten everything. But this isn't so bad. She can take this.