Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Refusing to break the suffocating kiss that makes her blood boil, she moans against his lips as his shadows work on freeing her from each layer of clothing. She shifts her legs to help remove her pants then dips her shoulder to let her blouse fall away, each inch of exposed skin ablaze with his touch, the grip of his fingers so needy and possessive that she might have felt a sense of pride through all the overwhelming desire. But it's hard to tell over the aching need between her legs, especially as she frees him of his pants, appreciating every solid inch that presses along her thighs with a hunger that's echoed in the delicious catch of his breath.
When his mouth reaches for her throat, Thal is conflicted between the want to reclaim their kiss and the heat of his breath blooming against her tender skin. In the end, she tilts her head up, her hands coming up to wrap around his head and neck to pull him closer. His teeth are a deserved retaliation that she relishes, sending a shiver down her spine, wanting more. "Vesperrr." His name is a throaty purr on her lips, stripped down to wanton sexual desire laced with a subtle threat.
She doesn't let him torture them any longer. Gods know they've waited long enough. By the time he positions her over him, she's desperate with need, unable to play or tempt for even a second, his voice like a siren call summoning her overboard; and she doesn't just obey, she plunges herself down. It's not the slow, gentle joining of 'lovemaking,' but the rough, primal need of sex, her breath ripping from her lungs in a mixture of agony and pure, blinding pleasure that her body has been asking for since he left her sitting alone in Levinsward.
A gasping curse interlaces the quick intakes of her breath as Thal struggles to think of anything more than the way she tightens around his cock, trying to take him even deeper. She suddenly regrets having waited so long, teasing and playing some stupid game when they could be doing this; but the thought is torn away in a current of mind-numbing ecstasy as her hips roll instinctually, dragging him along the inside of her wetness - and every tender nerve that screams for more. Her hands dig into his shoulders to anchor her, savoring the moment, the victory, the calm before the imminent storm of desire.
When his mouth reaches for her throat, Thal is conflicted between the want to reclaim their kiss and the heat of his breath blooming against her tender skin. In the end, she tilts her head up, her hands coming up to wrap around his head and neck to pull him closer. His teeth are a deserved retaliation that she relishes, sending a shiver down her spine, wanting more. "Vesperrr." His name is a throaty purr on her lips, stripped down to wanton sexual desire laced with a subtle threat.
She doesn't let him torture them any longer. Gods know they've waited long enough. By the time he positions her over him, she's desperate with need, unable to play or tempt for even a second, his voice like a siren call summoning her overboard; and she doesn't just obey, she plunges herself down. It's not the slow, gentle joining of 'lovemaking,' but the rough, primal need of sex, her breath ripping from her lungs in a mixture of agony and pure, blinding pleasure that her body has been asking for since he left her sitting alone in Levinsward.
A gasping curse interlaces the quick intakes of her breath as Thal struggles to think of anything more than the way she tightens around his cock, trying to take him even deeper. She suddenly regrets having waited so long, teasing and playing some stupid game when they could be doing this; but the thought is torn away in a current of mind-numbing ecstasy as her hips roll instinctually, dragging him along the inside of her wetness - and every tender nerve that screams for more. Her hands dig into his shoulders to anchor her, savoring the moment, the victory, the calm before the imminent storm of desire.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
