Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
While she still stings with disappointment at the break of their kiss, a tingle of excited curiosity spreads through Thal as he pulls them from the water, a list of delightful possibilities spreading through her mind. The wet sand against her back had been one of those, but the feel of the coarse grains against her smooth skin feels better than she'd expected, yielding yet rough in a way that makes her bite her lip around a lewd smile, her damp hair like spilled ink around her pale skin.
Vesper doesn't have to do more than look at her with those eyes for her to recline onto the beach, her body ready and waiting for whatever he might have intended. Only the fire blazing in her blood and the slight tremble of her spine shows just how much she's begging for him to touch her, to ravage her into oblivion.
The first brush of his skin is like the promise of the rising sun, fire blooming in her mind over the ocean of desire. His hands and lips leave a trail of flaring nerves down her body like the shifting sunrays bleeding across the sky, her spine arching instinctually into the touch while she wraps her fingers into his hair for something to hold, to ground her. The heat pooling in her stomach calls out for release, screaming for more than just temptation, and her voice breaks between shallow breaths and dark, fluttering lashes, thick and heavy with lust. "Don't tease me." It's more a plea than a demand despite the sharp consonants that come from years of commands shouted across decks and whipping winds.
Whether he listens or just continues as planned, she wants to drink in the sin promised on his smile before he dips between her legs. Her hips buck at the brush of his lips, a low gasp stealing her breath. "Oh - Vesper." A small curse may have escaped along with the plea of his name, but she can't tell through the way her eyes attempt to roll back in her head, the pleasure building but not nearly enough. One hand tangles into his platinum hair, the other thrown above her head to dive into the sand as she lets out a soft moan, willing him to continue.
Vesper doesn't have to do more than look at her with those eyes for her to recline onto the beach, her body ready and waiting for whatever he might have intended. Only the fire blazing in her blood and the slight tremble of her spine shows just how much she's begging for him to touch her, to ravage her into oblivion.
The first brush of his skin is like the promise of the rising sun, fire blooming in her mind over the ocean of desire. His hands and lips leave a trail of flaring nerves down her body like the shifting sunrays bleeding across the sky, her spine arching instinctually into the touch while she wraps her fingers into his hair for something to hold, to ground her. The heat pooling in her stomach calls out for release, screaming for more than just temptation, and her voice breaks between shallow breaths and dark, fluttering lashes, thick and heavy with lust. "Don't tease me." It's more a plea than a demand despite the sharp consonants that come from years of commands shouted across decks and whipping winds.
Whether he listens or just continues as planned, she wants to drink in the sin promised on his smile before he dips between her legs. Her hips buck at the brush of his lips, a low gasp stealing her breath. "Oh - Vesper." A small curse may have escaped along with the plea of his name, but she can't tell through the way her eyes attempt to roll back in her head, the pleasure building but not nearly enough. One hand tangles into his platinum hair, the other thrown above her head to dive into the sand as she lets out a soft moan, willing him to continue.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
