I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper doesn’t stand a chance.
Not when he can hear the pirate's thoughts, not when he can feel every ounce of her victory thrumming through her bloodstream, weaving through her wicked fucking grin as she moves above him, as she reduces him to nothing but aching, agonized want. His pulse is a drumbeat beneath her lips, a violent rhythm that matches the heat curling low in his gut, the slow, torturous grind of her hips against his own. His control, already razor-thin, begins to unravel completely the moment her fangs scrape over his neck, dragging over sensitive skin in a way that sends a violent shudder rolling through him.
He clenches his teeth, fingers twitching beneath her grasp, every muscle in his body wound taut beneath the slow, deliberate torment she’s inflicting on him. He likes this—likes being at her mercy, likes the way she wields her victory like a blade, pressing into him, carving herself into the space between his ribs and setting fire to every fucking nerve ending along the way. The scrape of her fangs is enough to drive him to the edge, then as she licks over the sting she left behind, soothes the bite with a flick of her tongue, Vesper snaps.
His shadows dissolve, abandoning their teasing caresses and reforming into something far less patient, less careful. They grip, rough and hungry, curling around her waist, her thighs, dragging her down hard against him. His hands, no longer pinned, find their way to her body, palms sliding up the length of her back before fisting into her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her gaze to his. His smirk is gone. Whatever amusement he’d been holding onto is wiped clean, replaced by something darker, something needy. His breath is ragged, his chest rising and falling with a restraint that’s all but shattered now. "You win," he growls, voice thick, rough with defeat and lust, but his grip on her remains firm, his fingers tightening in her hair as he tilts his head up, lips brushing against hers with a promise that is anything but gentle.
And then he takes.
The kiss is nothing like before—nothing like the teasing, slow torture he’d inflicted on her earlier. It’s all teeth and tongue, all heat and desperation, all pent-up need spilling over in a violent, uncontrollable crash. He devours her, his free hand dragging down her spine, pressing her flush against him as he rolls his hips up in retaliation, a deliberate grind that leaves nothing between them but thin layers of cloth and a hunger too fucking wild to contain any longer. His thumb brushes over her jaw, his grip on her hair shifting just enough to deepen the kiss, to steal whatever breath she has left. If she wanted him to break, to surrender, then fine—he’ll fucking break. But he’s dragging her down with him.
Not when he can hear the pirate's thoughts, not when he can feel every ounce of her victory thrumming through her bloodstream, weaving through her wicked fucking grin as she moves above him, as she reduces him to nothing but aching, agonized want. His pulse is a drumbeat beneath her lips, a violent rhythm that matches the heat curling low in his gut, the slow, torturous grind of her hips against his own. His control, already razor-thin, begins to unravel completely the moment her fangs scrape over his neck, dragging over sensitive skin in a way that sends a violent shudder rolling through him.
He clenches his teeth, fingers twitching beneath her grasp, every muscle in his body wound taut beneath the slow, deliberate torment she’s inflicting on him. He likes this—likes being at her mercy, likes the way she wields her victory like a blade, pressing into him, carving herself into the space between his ribs and setting fire to every fucking nerve ending along the way. The scrape of her fangs is enough to drive him to the edge, then as she licks over the sting she left behind, soothes the bite with a flick of her tongue, Vesper snaps.
His shadows dissolve, abandoning their teasing caresses and reforming into something far less patient, less careful. They grip, rough and hungry, curling around her waist, her thighs, dragging her down hard against him. His hands, no longer pinned, find their way to her body, palms sliding up the length of her back before fisting into her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her gaze to his. His smirk is gone. Whatever amusement he’d been holding onto is wiped clean, replaced by something darker, something needy. His breath is ragged, his chest rising and falling with a restraint that’s all but shattered now. "You win," he growls, voice thick, rough with defeat and lust, but his grip on her remains firm, his fingers tightening in her hair as he tilts his head up, lips brushing against hers with a promise that is anything but gentle.
And then he takes.
The kiss is nothing like before—nothing like the teasing, slow torture he’d inflicted on her earlier. It’s all teeth and tongue, all heat and desperation, all pent-up need spilling over in a violent, uncontrollable crash. He devours her, his free hand dragging down her spine, pressing her flush against him as he rolls his hips up in retaliation, a deliberate grind that leaves nothing between them but thin layers of cloth and a hunger too fucking wild to contain any longer. His thumb brushes over her jaw, his grip on her hair shifting just enough to deepen the kiss, to steal whatever breath she has left. If she wanted him to break, to surrender, then fine—he’ll fucking break. But he’s dragging her down with him.
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.
