Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
She feels every flex and relaxation of his muscles, relishing in the way he gives in to her, lets her 'demonstrate' exactly what she knows about the careful game of rhythm and seduction that sing through her body. The buck of his hips makes her want to chuckle proudly at the reaction, at what she's able to do to him, at how he can't hide the truth of his desire in the growing bulge she feels - but her own body washes the humor from her as it tries to combust in a shiver of pleasure. Her hands tighten against him, her movements stuttering for a moment, regretful only of the layers between them. She groans, looking into his sharpening eyes with lids half-closed over the dark blue that shows the willpower it takes not to give in just yet, to resume the slow grind of her hips.
When she feels the pressure of his shadows along her chest, Thal takes a deep breath, stretching the fabric of her blouse like it might trade his shadow hands for the real deal. Yet they don't stop there, traveling lower to the opening of her pants. The anticipation coils low in her abdomen, wanting desperately to be released from the suffocating depths. His accompanying smirk makes her want to melt, to relinquish her power over him in a flash of weakness.
Jealous of his ability to strip her down with nothing more than his shadows and a slant of his lips, Thal adjusts her grasp on his hands to free one of her own. She leans forward as her fingers trail down to his face, neck, chest. At first, as her face lowers, it looks like she might go in for a kiss, her breath mixing with his in raspy exhales like steam from the desire boiling in her; but at the last second, she tilts her head, bypassing his lips to brush her own against his neck. The pulsing of his heart makes her smirk, even as she knows hers is racing just as quickly. While her fingers deftly unclasp the buttons of his shirt, the rest of her works to be every kind of distraction and object of seduction that might make him finally crack - her hips continue their slow grind, her chest hangs tempting over him, her sounds are low and needy, and her mouth...
Thal kisses gently, sweetly to his exposed neck, a disarmingly soft contrast to all the fire burning within, urging him to let his guard down and let her work. Yet, the moment he might consider doing so, she nicks her fangs on his artery, feeling the skin beneath threaten to puncture around their sharp tips. Dark, violent thoughts arise, but she's too invested in the end goal to let anything else derail her - she wants Vesper to lose his cool, to lose that careful control she can feel slipping away from them both. So, with another grind of her hips, Thal drags her fangs down his neck with just enough pressure to hurt pleasantly, reminding him of who's currently in control and what she might do to him. It isn't until the last button of his shirt comes undone that she runs her soothing, teasing tongue over the mark her fangs leave behind. At the same moment, she pushes the linen away and presses her body flush against his, letting him feel the small window of skin his shadows have revealed, letting him feel the heat that the incorporeal appendages can't as she grinds against him. Her blood simmers at the contact, a hum of delight vibrating through the lips she still holds hostage over his throat, begging him to break, to take what she dangles over him.
When she feels the pressure of his shadows along her chest, Thal takes a deep breath, stretching the fabric of her blouse like it might trade his shadow hands for the real deal. Yet they don't stop there, traveling lower to the opening of her pants. The anticipation coils low in her abdomen, wanting desperately to be released from the suffocating depths. His accompanying smirk makes her want to melt, to relinquish her power over him in a flash of weakness.
Jealous of his ability to strip her down with nothing more than his shadows and a slant of his lips, Thal adjusts her grasp on his hands to free one of her own. She leans forward as her fingers trail down to his face, neck, chest. At first, as her face lowers, it looks like she might go in for a kiss, her breath mixing with his in raspy exhales like steam from the desire boiling in her; but at the last second, she tilts her head, bypassing his lips to brush her own against his neck. The pulsing of his heart makes her smirk, even as she knows hers is racing just as quickly. While her fingers deftly unclasp the buttons of his shirt, the rest of her works to be every kind of distraction and object of seduction that might make him finally crack - her hips continue their slow grind, her chest hangs tempting over him, her sounds are low and needy, and her mouth...
Thal kisses gently, sweetly to his exposed neck, a disarmingly soft contrast to all the fire burning within, urging him to let his guard down and let her work. Yet, the moment he might consider doing so, she nicks her fangs on his artery, feeling the skin beneath threaten to puncture around their sharp tips. Dark, violent thoughts arise, but she's too invested in the end goal to let anything else derail her - she wants Vesper to lose his cool, to lose that careful control she can feel slipping away from them both. So, with another grind of her hips, Thal drags her fangs down his neck with just enough pressure to hurt pleasantly, reminding him of who's currently in control and what she might do to him. It isn't until the last button of his shirt comes undone that she runs her soothing, teasing tongue over the mark her fangs leave behind. At the same moment, she pushes the linen away and presses her body flush against his, letting him feel the small window of skin his shadows have revealed, letting him feel the heat that the incorporeal appendages can't as she grinds against him. Her blood simmers at the contact, a hum of delight vibrating through the lips she still holds hostage over his throat, begging him to break, to take what she dangles over him.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
