I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper feels the visceral way Thal reacts to his teasing, his challenge sinking beneath her skin like barbed hooks. Her growl, low and dangerous, vibrates straight down his spine, triggering a fresh, feral surge of desire that matches the relentless drive of his hips. He loves that sharp, defiant resistance; the way calling her a good girl cuts against the very core of who she is just as he'd known it would—because gods, does he love the way she proves him wrong.
He groans through clenched teeth as her nails dig into his shoulders, the sharp bite of pain spiking pleasure higher. His fingers tighten on her breast, rolling and tugging her nipple harder, feeding off the primal energy radiating from her. "Fuck, Thal," he pants, voice raw, stripped bare of restraint.
Her venom-sweet poem sends heat flaring violently through him, the sultry taunt and dark promise embedded in every word going straight to his cock, pushing him dangerously close to the edge. The dramatic roll of her hips, the vision she makes with her head thrown back, riding him in defiant ecstasy, is almost enough to shatter his control right then and there. He growls her name again, a ragged sound ripped from deep in his chest, fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he forces himself deeper, harder, matching her rhythm stroke for stroke.
When she presses her forehead to his, her blazing blue eyes daring him to match her, Vesper’s lips curl into a savage grin. He steals a fierce, bruising kiss from her mouth before rasping out his response, broken by the ragged, uneven breaths he's forced to sip between thrusts:
"If Vox is watchin', let him see
I wonder if he'd rather be you or be me?
Don't matter which one of us he'd rather be in,
cause soon it's gonna be my name you're screamin'."
He punctuates the final line with a deep, possessive thrust, driving home the point as he uses his shadows to stroke and circle her clit faster, tighter, more ruthlessly. His fingers slide down her hips, gripping fiercely as he urges her body onto his cock again and again, like she was his to have and use. There's no trace of teasing left in him now—only fierce, primal determination to push her over the edge, to shatter whatever self-control she thinks she has left, and leave her shaking apart in his arms.
He groans through clenched teeth as her nails dig into his shoulders, the sharp bite of pain spiking pleasure higher. His fingers tighten on her breast, rolling and tugging her nipple harder, feeding off the primal energy radiating from her. "Fuck, Thal," he pants, voice raw, stripped bare of restraint.
Her venom-sweet poem sends heat flaring violently through him, the sultry taunt and dark promise embedded in every word going straight to his cock, pushing him dangerously close to the edge. The dramatic roll of her hips, the vision she makes with her head thrown back, riding him in defiant ecstasy, is almost enough to shatter his control right then and there. He growls her name again, a ragged sound ripped from deep in his chest, fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he forces himself deeper, harder, matching her rhythm stroke for stroke.
When she presses her forehead to his, her blazing blue eyes daring him to match her, Vesper’s lips curl into a savage grin. He steals a fierce, bruising kiss from her mouth before rasping out his response, broken by the ragged, uneven breaths he's forced to sip between thrusts:
"If Vox is watchin', let him see
I wonder if he'd rather be you or be me?
Don't matter which one of us he'd rather be in,
cause soon it's gonna be my name you're screamin'."
He punctuates the final line with a deep, possessive thrust, driving home the point as he uses his shadows to stroke and circle her clit faster, tighter, more ruthlessly. His fingers slide down her hips, gripping fiercely as he urges her body onto his cock again and again, like she was his to have and use. There's no trace of teasing left in him now—only fierce, primal determination to push her over the edge, to shatter whatever self-control she thinks she has left, and leave her shaking apart in his arms.
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.
