we're always running scared but holding knives
Left flushed and panting, Isla exhales a long breath of utter satisfaction and sags against the bed, even as Remi continues to lavish her with kisses and affections. Her fingers relax in his hair, and though she desperately wants to draw him up and over her, there's no way she can force him to do anything even in his human form, and especially not when she's still coming down from the highs of orgasm.
"If that's you when it's been a while, I might need a minute to mentally prepare myself for next time," she manages eventually, her voice a touch hoarse, her words riding out through a soft laugh. "Gods, Remi. That was..." Shaking her head helplessly, she glances down towards him with mischievous smille. "I haven't cum like that in a long time, put it that way."
"If that's you when it's been a while, I might need a minute to mentally prepare myself for next time," she manages eventually, her voice a touch hoarse, her words riding out through a soft laugh. "Gods, Remi. That was..." Shaking her head helplessly, she glances down towards him with mischievous smille. "I haven't cum like that in a long time, put it that way."
Isla
