[SE] and again for good luck

KIADA

She wants to unravel him, to make sure he knows he can devour her, mark her, claim her, however he wants to. She wants to see him shed the modesty he’d had when they met, to become fire and take her. So as she makes her claim and she can feel the ferality and possession he exudes as his hand moves and he groans against her neck, Kiada’s practically purring with her delight.

Of course, the mark on her thigh has her leg trembling, voice quiet as she offers a “yes, just like that,” but she burns as she presses against him when he bites down and the sharp tang of iron is heavy in the air, the warmth bubbling against her neck. It’s her undoing, her own fingertips digging her nails into his back leaving little marks of her own, scratches and lines curving upward from his shoulder blades as the snapping pace of his hips drive her straight off that edge.

This orgasm is sharp, punctuated with the gasping shrilled moan of his name and a plea for him to cum for her, the way she tries to get him closer despite being as close as they can be, the aftershocks racking through her body as she trembles and burns around him in the thin sheen of sweat now formed on her pale, burn scarred skin.

i was young and stupid then, always playing for the win
don't know where we got this bad, i just wish i had you back