I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper knows exactly what he’s doing. He can feel the war raging inside Thalassa—the way she flirts with the edge of surrender but stubbornly refuses to give it. He hears the way her breath falters, the way her heartbeat stutters against his palm, and it’s intoxicating. He could break her resolve in an instant, could press just a fraction closer and steal whatever control she thinks she has left. But that’s not the game they’re playing. Not yet.
Her whispered challenge—we’ll see—only sharpens his hunger even as something untamed begins to unfurl low in his belly.
With slow, deliberate movement, Vesper shifts over her, his knee slipping between her thighs to part them with a quiet, unspoken command. His weight presses her firmly into the stone, pinning her as his free hand braces beside her head, caging her in completely. His shadows coil tighter at her wrists, gripping her hips like a phantom lover, fingers tightening against the curve of her waist.
And then he presses into her—everywhere and all at once. The sudden pressure is intoxicating, a stark contrast to the slow torture of his mouth hovering just above hers. The sharp inhale he feels more than hears only fuels him. The flicker of defiance in the pirate's mind nearly makes him grin. Instead, he lets the moment stretch unbearably thin, his mouth brushing against her parted lips without sealing the distance. Just enough for her to feel him. Just enough to make her want to chase.
Then—his hips roll.
Deliberate, slow, just enough friction to ensure she feels him, the hard shape of his cock pressing against her in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination. His fingers flex against her throat, firm but never cruel, tracking the way her pulse pounds beneath his hand, tilting her chin up. "That we will," the demigod agrees. And only when and if he’s certain the ancient's resolve is nearly about to crack, does he lean down and claim her mouth.
His kiss is unbearably slow, a contrast to the roughness everywhere else. A maddening tease of lips, soft and careful, as if he has all the time in the world, even as he leans his weight down upon her and his shadows press against her skin. He lingers, drawing it out, savoring every flicker of heat between them, every unspoken curse in her mind. He wants to feel her restraint unraveling, feel the moment she’s caught between holding onto her pride and falling entirely into him.
Because fuck if that isn’t the most delicious part.
Her whispered challenge—we’ll see—only sharpens his hunger even as something untamed begins to unfurl low in his belly.
With slow, deliberate movement, Vesper shifts over her, his knee slipping between her thighs to part them with a quiet, unspoken command. His weight presses her firmly into the stone, pinning her as his free hand braces beside her head, caging her in completely. His shadows coil tighter at her wrists, gripping her hips like a phantom lover, fingers tightening against the curve of her waist.
And then he presses into her—everywhere and all at once. The sudden pressure is intoxicating, a stark contrast to the slow torture of his mouth hovering just above hers. The sharp inhale he feels more than hears only fuels him. The flicker of defiance in the pirate's mind nearly makes him grin. Instead, he lets the moment stretch unbearably thin, his mouth brushing against her parted lips without sealing the distance. Just enough for her to feel him. Just enough to make her want to chase.
Then—his hips roll.
Deliberate, slow, just enough friction to ensure she feels him, the hard shape of his cock pressing against her in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination. His fingers flex against her throat, firm but never cruel, tracking the way her pulse pounds beneath his hand, tilting her chin up. "That we will," the demigod agrees. And only when and if he’s certain the ancient's resolve is nearly about to crack, does he lean down and claim her mouth.
His kiss is unbearably slow, a contrast to the roughness everywhere else. A maddening tease of lips, soft and careful, as if he has all the time in the world, even as he leans his weight down upon her and his shadows press against her skin. He lingers, drawing it out, savoring every flicker of heat between them, every unspoken curse in her mind. He wants to feel her restraint unraveling, feel the moment she’s caught between holding onto her pride and falling entirely into him.
Because fuck if that isn’t the most delicious part.
but I swear to God I'll find it
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
