I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Vesper’s hips tense like a wire pulled tight, the tendons in his thighs straining as that hum of her voice sends lightning straight through his spine. His fingers twitch against the sand, curling into it like he might anchor himself against the swell crashing inside him. But it’s no use. Her mouth is too good and her thoughts are a furnace again—need rising fast, rich and golden and dark around the edges—and his shadows answer her like they can’t help themselves.
They slip closer, wrapping tighter around the meat of her thighs, winding up with a pressure that mirrors the ache between them. Not rough, not unkind—just more. More friction. More rhythm. More heat to match the pace of her mouth and the sound of his name caught in her head like a prayer she's trying not to say aloud.
"Colt—" he warns, voice raw and wrecked. The heat rising in him is impossible to ignore, a thunderhead building at the base of his spine. His other hand fists in her hair, not to pull, but to hold her there like she’s the only solid thing left in the world—because it just about feels like that's true.
His head tips back with a groan, throat exposed to the sky, as he forces out a ragged breath. "I’m gonna—" The warning’s barely past his lips before it crashes into him—white-hot and blinding, like a lightning strike straight through his spine. It rips through every muscle drawn taut from days of survival, all the want he’d banked in sand and heat and half-buried glances now breaking loose in a rush that has him shuddering beneath her.
His hips jerk once, helpless, a strangled noise catching low in his throat as pleasure tears him open from the inside. For a moment, all he can feel is her—the slick heat of her mouth, the pull of her breath, the soft pressure of her thoughts slipping back into focus. It’s not tenderness. It’s relief. Like stepping out of a storm into something solid. Like finally finding a place to come apart, with someone who’d come undone right beside him.
He exhales sharp through his teeth, chest rising and falling beneath the stars, the grit of salt and sand biting into his skin. His grip loosens in her hair, not quite a thank you, but close. Closer than he meant to be.
They slip closer, wrapping tighter around the meat of her thighs, winding up with a pressure that mirrors the ache between them. Not rough, not unkind—just more. More friction. More rhythm. More heat to match the pace of her mouth and the sound of his name caught in her head like a prayer she's trying not to say aloud.
"Colt—" he warns, voice raw and wrecked. The heat rising in him is impossible to ignore, a thunderhead building at the base of his spine. His other hand fists in her hair, not to pull, but to hold her there like she’s the only solid thing left in the world—because it just about feels like that's true.
His head tips back with a groan, throat exposed to the sky, as he forces out a ragged breath. "I’m gonna—" The warning’s barely past his lips before it crashes into him—white-hot and blinding, like a lightning strike straight through his spine. It rips through every muscle drawn taut from days of survival, all the want he’d banked in sand and heat and half-buried glances now breaking loose in a rush that has him shuddering beneath her.
His hips jerk once, helpless, a strangled noise catching low in his throat as pleasure tears him open from the inside. For a moment, all he can feel is her—the slick heat of her mouth, the pull of her breath, the soft pressure of her thoughts slipping back into focus. It’s not tenderness. It’s relief. Like stepping out of a storm into something solid. Like finally finding a place to come apart, with someone who’d come undone right beside him.
He exhales sharp through his teeth, chest rising and falling beneath the stars, the grit of salt and sand biting into his skin. His grip loosens in her hair, not quite a thank you, but close. Closer than he meant to be.
VESPER
☆ 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.
