I don't know what I'm looking for
Vesper feels the way her body responds—every moan, every arch, every helpless buck of her hips against his mouth—and it lights something primal inside him. The position he’s chosen limits the reach of his hands; with his body turned, he can’t grab her hips the way he wants to, can’t dig his fingers into her ass and pull her against him, but it's all so that he can force her to ride every flick of his tongue as the clever woman at the brothel had taught him. Still, he only gets whatever pleasure Thal does out of this, so, instead of moving, he lets his shadows take over.
They shift with him, growing more assertive, more possessive. One slinks along the curve of her thigh before curling beneath, guiding her leg higher, opening her to him as if to say look at her—see what’s yours to ruin. Another slips down between her legs to join his mouth, pressing lower with slow, deliberate intent. It's not the same—not heat and skin and the weight of him inside her—but it’s enough to make his breath hitch against her, enough to imagine what it will be like when he finally fills her again.
He groans low against her, the sound muffled and filthy, his tongue and the shadow moving together in tandem—teasing, stroking, coaxing her toward that breaking point. He feels it in her pulse, in the tremble of her thighs, in the way her voice catches and her fingers clutch at his hair.
Vesper’s mind is a blur of hunger and want, but one thing is painfully clear: he needs to make her fall apart. Wants to be the reason her voice goes hoarse from moaning his name, the reason she can't think straight for hours after this. His shadows adjust, the one at her throat tightening just slightly—nothing dangerous, just enough to make her heart pound harder—and the one between her legs finally presses inside, slow and deliberate, curling upward as his tongue redoubles its rhythm.
And in the back of his mind, he can’t help the thought: gods, I wish that was me, followed by the much more blasphemous, why wasn't I born a Frey demigod.
They shift with him, growing more assertive, more possessive. One slinks along the curve of her thigh before curling beneath, guiding her leg higher, opening her to him as if to say look at her—see what’s yours to ruin. Another slips down between her legs to join his mouth, pressing lower with slow, deliberate intent. It's not the same—not heat and skin and the weight of him inside her—but it’s enough to make his breath hitch against her, enough to imagine what it will be like when he finally fills her again.
He groans low against her, the sound muffled and filthy, his tongue and the shadow moving together in tandem—teasing, stroking, coaxing her toward that breaking point. He feels it in her pulse, in the tremble of her thighs, in the way her voice catches and her fingers clutch at his hair.
Vesper’s mind is a blur of hunger and want, but one thing is painfully clear: he needs to make her fall apart. Wants to be the reason her voice goes hoarse from moaning his name, the reason she can't think straight for hours after this. His shadows adjust, the one at her throat tightening just slightly—nothing dangerous, just enough to make her heart pound harder—and the one between her legs finally presses inside, slow and deliberate, curling upward as his tongue redoubles its rhythm.
And in the back of his mind, he can’t help the thought: gods, I wish that was me, followed by the much more blasphemous, why wasn't I born a Frey demigod.
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.
