Isla
Oh, they're far enough.
Isla has no idea who they have seen and if it's important - she's busy trailing kisses along the side of Remi's neck, barely able to resist the urge to sink in her fangs to make the trip seem a little less lengthy. (It's not even that long, it just feels that way).
But as he breaks the lock and as her back presses against the wall, suddenly it's all very real - the heat between them, the arousal thrumming through her veins, the feel of Remi against her, and the moan that escapes her throat is one of exquisite need and lust. "Remi--" She barely gets his name out before she's leaning in to kiss him, her hips arching up so she can press against him as much as possible.
With tongue and teeth and fingers tugging at his curls, Isla tries to find a way to tell him to fuck her now without parting from him. It doesn't work.
Isla has no idea who they have seen and if it's important - she's busy trailing kisses along the side of Remi's neck, barely able to resist the urge to sink in her fangs to make the trip seem a little less lengthy. (It's not even that long, it just feels that way).
But as he breaks the lock and as her back presses against the wall, suddenly it's all very real - the heat between them, the arousal thrumming through her veins, the feel of Remi against her, and the moan that escapes her throat is one of exquisite need and lust. "Remi--" She barely gets his name out before she's leaning in to kiss him, her hips arching up so she can press against him as much as possible.
With tongue and teeth and fingers tugging at his curls, Isla tries to find a way to tell him to fuck her now without parting from him. It doesn't work.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
