Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The dark curtain of her hair spills around their hovering lips, shrinking the world to just the two of them and the way her eyes want to devour him whole. As his hands come to rest on her hips, Thal releases a deep, throaty chuckle. "Wouldn't you like to know." She nips playfully at his lips before his hands are bringing her closer into him, the tightening of his fingers making her bite the inside of her cheek.
Her spine tingles delightfully at his words, a shiver that reignites every nerve with a vengeance and a pooling heat. Her own breath comes out raspy with promise through the fanged grin on her lips. "I'm counting on it." Since that's been her entire objective since the beginning - after winning, of course. With that out of the way... it's all play at this point.
And then - just because she can - Thal pulls his hands away from her hips, lifting them above his head as he'd done to her. Let him feel what it's like to be toyed with, teased until he can't think straight. She links her hands with his as she presses them against the stone, a teasing grin playing across her lips as she shifts her hips slowly. Her eyes flutter closed along with the strategically low moan she lets out, enjoying every inch she can feel through their clothes and how it's all because of her.
Unlike Vesper, she doesn't stop at one, grinding against him at a torturously slow repetitive rate, the friction not enough to do more than frustrate the both of them. Thal lets out small groans at the tantalizing sensation, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the movement of her hips to press her cleavage closer to his face. Meanwhile, she stares down at him, the fire in her eyes eating up his every response, focusing in on his lips like she might just reach for them amidst it all.
Her spine tingles delightfully at his words, a shiver that reignites every nerve with a vengeance and a pooling heat. Her own breath comes out raspy with promise through the fanged grin on her lips. "I'm counting on it." Since that's been her entire objective since the beginning - after winning, of course. With that out of the way... it's all play at this point.
And then - just because she can - Thal pulls his hands away from her hips, lifting them above his head as he'd done to her. Let him feel what it's like to be toyed with, teased until he can't think straight. She links her hands with his as she presses them against the stone, a teasing grin playing across her lips as she shifts her hips slowly. Her eyes flutter closed along with the strategically low moan she lets out, enjoying every inch she can feel through their clothes and how it's all because of her.
Unlike Vesper, she doesn't stop at one, grinding against him at a torturously slow repetitive rate, the friction not enough to do more than frustrate the both of them. Thal lets out small groans at the tantalizing sensation, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the movement of her hips to press her cleavage closer to his face. Meanwhile, she stares down at him, the fire in her eyes eating up his every response, focusing in on his lips like she might just reach for them amidst it all.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
