murder, she wrote.
Thor was right; it did hurt. A lot. Kind of like getting shot and doused in acid and set on fire all at once— pure, heated pain that she was sure caused her to since against the skin of Thor’s shoulder. But under that, under the heated agony that slammed her like a brick wall, was the euphoria that knocked her breathless. Still grimacing slightly, Bobbi began to move her hips against his, hissing with pained pleasure as he reached deeper levels of her body.
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He picked her gingerly in his arms and carried her to bed, resting her out in the bed. He hesitated, glancing at the way...
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(Bobbi— who had a weird habit of disliking food— ended up falling asleep against Thor’s chest. His breathing patterns...
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