You're so cold
but you feel alive
She never got tired of him. No matter how often they came together or how long it had been since last, it was always amazing. Maea never experienced anything or anyone who could drive her out of her own mind like this, just by touching her. By looking at her like she was the most exquisite thing that existed. She wasn't vain, or proud, but the way Sunjata's eyes glowed when he raked his eyes over her, she felt pleased all the same, content, smug and confident like never else. He wanted her, and when she gave herself to him... he liked it. Ego boost of a lifetime, that.
He caught her mouth again, stifled her pleas and absorbed her gasping, shuddering moans. Her tongue was quick to push into his mouth, dragging over his fangs, pushing into the tip of them, a little to quickly, a little too hasty. Suddenly there was a taste of blood. Her blood... but she didn't mind. Didn't care, she wasn't really hurt, just a prick on tongue. He shifted again, caught her wrists and pinned them to the wall, and she was sluggishly aware that Sunjata had actually shifted too, not just moved. That she was truly, effectively trapped between him and the wall, his growls predatory as he moved faster, hips snapping harder into her.
She tested the grip he had on her arms. Tugged, struggled a little, mimicked some desire to get away... even if it was the last thing she wanted. Wanted to see how he would react, what he would do.
He caught her mouth again, stifled her pleas and absorbed her gasping, shuddering moans. Her tongue was quick to push into his mouth, dragging over his fangs, pushing into the tip of them, a little to quickly, a little too hasty. Suddenly there was a taste of blood. Her blood... but she didn't mind. Didn't care, she wasn't really hurt, just a prick on tongue. He shifted again, caught her wrists and pinned them to the wall, and she was sluggishly aware that Sunjata had actually shifted too, not just moved. That she was truly, effectively trapped between him and the wall, his growls predatory as he moved faster, hips snapping harder into her.
She tested the grip he had on her arms. Tugged, struggled a little, mimicked some desire to get away... even if it was the last thing she wanted. Wanted to see how he would react, what he would do.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
