I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper drinks in every flicker of surrender in Thalassa’s mind like the finest fucking wine. He savours the moment her resolve begins to fracture, when the war in her thoughts tilts in his favour. It’s in the way her spine arches, in the way her breath falters; fast, thready, desperate. It’s in the way her hips press into the rock beneath her, caught between unyielding stone and the deliberate, slow grind of his own.
Fuck. He could get drunk off this.
Her groan vibrates against his lips, frustration and hunger intertwined, and it makes something dark curl low in his gut. He deepens the kiss, but only slightly, coaxing, teasing, making her chase the friction she so clearly craves. His fingers tighten subtly against her throat, his shadows flexing where they hold her down, drinking in the way her pulse pounds wildly against his palm. "Another part of rhythm is havin' some place to go." His voice is low, a rumbling purr that brushes against her parted lips as he pulls back just enough to murmur against her mouth. "No way for a melody to last if it always starts out big," he adds, as if to justify the too-soft feel of his lips against hers.
And to prove his point, he rolls his hips again—slow, deliberate, a maddening friction of heat and pressure that leaves nothing to the imagination. The shadow at her hip tightens, flexes like fingers gripping, holding her firmly in place as if daring her to struggle even if they both know she won’t. His free hand abandons the stone beside her head, dragging down, rough calloused fingers trailing down her collarbone, over the curve of one breast. He moves unhurriedly, savouring every fucking second, every shiver, every tiny hitch in her breath, frustrated only by the fabric of the cloak she wears and how it was likely dulling the sensation of his thumb as it brushed over one nipple.
Vesper’s lips hover near the curve of her jaw, his voice smooth and lazy, the barest trace of amusement beneath the dark, simmering hunger. "With me so far?"
Fuck. He could get drunk off this.
Her groan vibrates against his lips, frustration and hunger intertwined, and it makes something dark curl low in his gut. He deepens the kiss, but only slightly, coaxing, teasing, making her chase the friction she so clearly craves. His fingers tighten subtly against her throat, his shadows flexing where they hold her down, drinking in the way her pulse pounds wildly against his palm. "Another part of rhythm is havin' some place to go." His voice is low, a rumbling purr that brushes against her parted lips as he pulls back just enough to murmur against her mouth. "No way for a melody to last if it always starts out big," he adds, as if to justify the too-soft feel of his lips against hers.
And to prove his point, he rolls his hips again—slow, deliberate, a maddening friction of heat and pressure that leaves nothing to the imagination. The shadow at her hip tightens, flexes like fingers gripping, holding her firmly in place as if daring her to struggle even if they both know she won’t. His free hand abandons the stone beside her head, dragging down, rough calloused fingers trailing down her collarbone, over the curve of one breast. He moves unhurriedly, savouring every fucking second, every shiver, every tiny hitch in her breath, frustrated only by the fabric of the cloak she wears and how it was likely dulling the sensation of his thumb as it brushed over one nipple.
Vesper’s lips hover near the curve of her jaw, his voice smooth and lazy, the barest trace of amusement beneath the dark, simmering hunger. "With me so far?"
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.
