// smile like you mean it //
He did indeed say that, though he doesn’t truly know what he can get away with — likewise, Flora doesn’t entirely know what she can get away with when it comes to the butcher, too. But she matches the arrogance he provides, and it’s a very attractive sight to see, especially as he pushes his limits a bit in order to leave that mark on her thigh too. He hears the whimper and the sharpness of her flinch, only to bombard her with more attention where she needs it, from a mouth that’s tainted by her wetness and her blood.
Arrogance flares in his gaze as she reaches for him, only to fall away from the initial task as he drives pleasure from her, his efforts double. He doesn’t care if they’re basically in public, he wants to hear her voice echo from the walls. He wants to hear her cry out his name as he takes and takes. Perhaps that’s why he concedes to her demand, a husky laughed out “yes, darling,” like they were an old married couple and he’d heard her make the same request year after year.
They aren’t, though, and now that she’s gotten him wound up he’s somewhat docile with her hand in his hair, withdrawing from sucking on her clit to let his hot breath rake across her as he returns to flicking his tongue against it, pumping his fingers in and out of her, his free hand dragging along the outside of her thigh to cup her ass and pull her closer like he fully intends to continue feasting on her (which he does, of course), before the hand is traveling up her torso again. Fingers tease and toy with her full breast and nipple, trying a multitude of pleasurable means to get her even closer. All other pleasantries that might slip past his lips vanish for the mere fact that they’re already occupied. His fingers adjust ever so slightly too, the pace increasing as he aims to drive them deeper, craving the tight feel of her around his fingers.
Arrogance flares in his gaze as she reaches for him, only to fall away from the initial task as he drives pleasure from her, his efforts double. He doesn’t care if they’re basically in public, he wants to hear her voice echo from the walls. He wants to hear her cry out his name as he takes and takes. Perhaps that’s why he concedes to her demand, a husky laughed out “yes, darling,” like they were an old married couple and he’d heard her make the same request year after year.
They aren’t, though, and now that she’s gotten him wound up he’s somewhat docile with her hand in his hair, withdrawing from sucking on her clit to let his hot breath rake across her as he returns to flicking his tongue against it, pumping his fingers in and out of her, his free hand dragging along the outside of her thigh to cup her ass and pull her closer like he fully intends to continue feasting on her (which he does, of course), before the hand is traveling up her torso again. Fingers tease and toy with her full breast and nipple, trying a multitude of pleasurable means to get her even closer. All other pleasantries that might slip past his lips vanish for the mere fact that they’re already occupied. His fingers adjust ever so slightly too, the pace increasing as he aims to drive them deeper, craving the tight feel of her around his fingers.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
