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[ When she had explained to this to him in the past Killian never once realized how it'd be for him as well. He never realized how it'd make his head spin out of control and his body to just yearn for her. He can't explain it and he can't really pin down what it is, but it feels good. Better than anything ever has. Better than when the crocodile gave him back his hand. Though granted that was all hope and thought of what he could do with it. This is something more immediate. Something stronger.

His thrusts turn into a slow grind. Trying to feel every single inch of her. Trying to be as far inside of her as he possibly can. She suddenly means the world to him in this moment. More so than usual. He does pull back though. Because as much as he wants to keep going he also has that voice in the back of his head spouting concern for the woman he loves. The concern that doesn't want him to hurt her. ]

Perhaps--[ He shifts to adjust his angle of entry. A satisfied sigh escapes him. ]--this isn't such a bad thing. You quite literally taste amazing. [ It's been said before, but only when he's gone down on her. Juices flowing against his lips. This is different. Killian licks his lips and drops his head to press his forehead to hers. Still unsure of how much he can take despite her telling him he'll know. He probably will, but he's still terrified he just won't. ]