but the darker the weather, the better the man
you can take all you want
She angles her head down toward him, trying to steal another kiss — and he doesn’t give in just yet, trailing a blazing path with his lips along her jaw and throat, stopping so carefully at the corner of her lips before he slips away again. His hips press against her again as her hands travel along his tattoos, tracing and giving them all the attention in the world as the compasses point to her. “I do.” He answers her a bit gruffly, a bit gravelly. “I want the world to know.”
He wants her to let go, to loosen up, without the possibility of anyone finding them here.
One hand remains to support her, the other abandoning the touch to her skin to try and untie the dress she wears, to get her within full view of him. Already the anticipation builds within him, a dull ache in his lower stomach, already craving her. Finally, he tilts his head from her neck just enough to give her that kiss she seeks, hips pulling away and pressing in again with a quiet unsaid promise.
He wants her to let go, to loosen up, without the possibility of anyone finding them here.
One hand remains to support her, the other abandoning the touch to her skin to try and untie the dress she wears, to get her within full view of him. Already the anticipation builds within him, a dull ache in his lower stomach, already craving her. Finally, he tilts his head from her neck just enough to give her that kiss she seeks, hips pulling away and pressing in again with a quiet unsaid promise.
but not who i am
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
