tell the wolves I'm home
Were his mouth not wholly occupied, he might have incited something else; instead, the deepening rumble of his amusements were cast upon her flesh, only idly shaking his head as she beckoned and pleaded through the moans. His intentions had been her completion, dangling the threads until she was plucked and done over and then he’d simply continue in the sensual bombardments; but Evie had never been the patient sort.
But he’d take his time, regardless.
His tongue gave and occupied for a few instances more, before he began his slow sojourn upwards. Carnal convictions across pale skin, lips tracing from the path along the inside of her thighs and up again, sweeping along her navel while she contorted and arced. His fingers did much the same, light, sinuous sweeps across her hips, maneuvering and drawing her towards his own. The hooded ventures of his gaze traversed too, a longing and devilish combination pinpointing from her breasts, to her face, making note of every wanton fixture and ensuring she knew of his own cravings and need.
“All right,” he eventually managed in some deepening grumble, sketching it into her pulse, before shifting them entirely; lifting her boneless frame into his lap – where she too could sink and take.
But he’d take his time, regardless.
His tongue gave and occupied for a few instances more, before he began his slow sojourn upwards. Carnal convictions across pale skin, lips tracing from the path along the inside of her thighs and up again, sweeping along her navel while she contorted and arced. His fingers did much the same, light, sinuous sweeps across her hips, maneuvering and drawing her towards his own. The hooded ventures of his gaze traversed too, a longing and devilish combination pinpointing from her breasts, to her face, making note of every wanton fixture and ensuring she knew of his own cravings and need.
“All right,” he eventually managed in some deepening grumble, sketching it into her pulse, before shifting them entirely; lifting her boneless frame into his lap – where she too could sink and take.
the ressurected sword
