And it burns like a gin and I like it,
She doesn't care about how the wood bites into her skin. She doesn't care about the people who are whispering more than they should. She doesn't care about what people will think when they find out about tonight. And Thal sure as hell doesn't care about how desperate she sounds as she moans his name. All she cares about is that tipping point where she glimpses the violent violet depths below, the ones that will batter and bruise her body in all the best ways, dragging her down into the newly unexplored reaches of her pleasure.
He pushes her closer to the brink as he lifts her leg higher, pushing deep enough for her hips to stutter, her fingernails digging harshly for purchase before she resumes with renewed need, greedy for everything he can give. Her skin glistens in the dim lighting, casting a sheen over her face when her fang peeks out to snag against her lower lip. There's a flush there that doesn't even begin to hint at the heat pulsing under her skin, just shy of igniting. It flares at his words, the approval there like gasoline on the fire, lighting it under her ribs and searing into her core like a brand, claiming.
Thal pants around the only words clear in her mind other than his name, "Don't stop." She almost adds a 'please,' but it catches, unfamiliar on her tongue and unnecessary with the unfocused look in her eyes, a brief window to the tempest of a purple firestorm threatening to tear through at any moment.
He pushes her closer to the brink as he lifts her leg higher, pushing deep enough for her hips to stutter, her fingernails digging harshly for purchase before she resumes with renewed need, greedy for everything he can give. Her skin glistens in the dim lighting, casting a sheen over her face when her fang peeks out to snag against her lower lip. There's a flush there that doesn't even begin to hint at the heat pulsing under her skin, just shy of igniting. It flares at his words, the approval there like gasoline on the fire, lighting it under her ribs and searing into her core like a brand, claiming.
Thal pants around the only words clear in her mind other than his name, "Don't stop." She almost adds a 'please,' but it catches, unfamiliar on her tongue and unnecessary with the unfocused look in her eyes, a brief window to the tempest of a purple firestorm threatening to tear through at any moment.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
