Isla
"It's always good to make sure our senses are still sharp," Isla agrees, flashing him an amused smile only for her head to tilt back against the bed to feel his lips and tongue properly against the swell of her breast, her fingers flexing in his hair as if to spur him on. And gods, while warm, cold, and hot are definitely encouragements she'll give him when she has the forethought for it, Isla's guidance soon descends into a more primitive format.
Conveniently it's all the sort of thing Ever has said he wanted; cheeks flushed red and soft mewls of pleasure, the sound of his name whispered in surprise or awe or need. He'll find claws as effective as feathers, teeth even more so, and the surprise of a hard nip is never badly received. "Gods, Ever," Isla hisses eventually, as if she might be able to articulate exactly what she wants without any need for further words - flip me over and fuck me - but alas, her imagination might be running away with her.
Conveniently it's all the sort of thing Ever has said he wanted; cheeks flushed red and soft mewls of pleasure, the sound of his name whispered in surprise or awe or need. He'll find claws as effective as feathers, teeth even more so, and the surprise of a hard nip is never badly received. "Gods, Ever," Isla hisses eventually, as if she might be able to articulate exactly what she wants without any need for further words - flip me over and fuck me - but alas, her imagination might be running away with her.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
