You're so cold
but you feel alive
He was a monster, in moments like these. Wild, untamed, raw and rough, and absolutely gorgeous. Like this, with her blood staining his lips red and feral, feline hunger in eyes that were stormy, hazy with lust? She shuddered just to see him, blood heating and thrumming through her veins, every heartbeat a staccato to urge him on. And oh, he responded, thrusting harder, until the presence of him inside her was a constant, ceaseless flood of sensation that she could not escape from.
It didn't take long before her struggles became more real, palms empty and aching from the need to touch him, to move, to do something. Small and pale against his huge, bronzed body, she writhed in his grip, senseless, her voice a song on the air that spoke of need and hunger and utter surrender. Pressure was building inside her, thrumming, demanding release, and the only thing she could really do was look at him. Lock her gaze with his and try to convey everything she felt, all the trust and love and lust she had for him.
"No one else," she groaned, husky, deep and desperate. "Only you. There's only you.."
It didn't take long before her struggles became more real, palms empty and aching from the need to touch him, to move, to do something. Small and pale against his huge, bronzed body, she writhed in his grip, senseless, her voice a song on the air that spoke of need and hunger and utter surrender. Pressure was building inside her, thrumming, demanding release, and the only thing she could really do was look at him. Lock her gaze with his and try to convey everything she felt, all the trust and love and lust she had for him.
"No one else," she groaned, husky, deep and desperate. "Only you. There's only you.."
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
