flora
The scream that had been caged in the back of Flora’s throat, feral and breathless, began to shift, unwinding into something hotter, hungrier, as Liam’s weight pressed her into the sand. He couldn’t see her, not with the ring twisted on her finger, but she could see him. Every flicker of hesitation, the way his muscles tensed to hold back, the way his eyes didn't quite know where to land.
So she leaned up, slow and deliberate, brushing her cheek against his until her lips hovered near his ear, her voice a velvet purr. "I could have a dagger in my back pocket," she whispered, breath hot against his skin. "You can check if you like. They are my preferred weapon so it would make sense for me to have one." Her thighs flexed again, lifting her hips against him, making just enough space for his hand to descend toward her ass to confirm her bluff, he dared to reach.
He said she was at a disadvantage, but was that really true? Even if he couldn’t see her grin, he’d hear it in her voice, wicked and wild and bright as ever. "Is that so?”' she murmured, before leaning back just far enough to crash her mouth into his. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It was a dare wrapped in a kiss, want and heat and the restless need to feel something that wasn’t pain.
So she leaned up, slow and deliberate, brushing her cheek against his until her lips hovered near his ear, her voice a velvet purr. "I could have a dagger in my back pocket," she whispered, breath hot against his skin. "You can check if you like. They are my preferred weapon so it would make sense for me to have one." Her thighs flexed again, lifting her hips against him, making just enough space for his hand to descend toward her ass to confirm her bluff, he dared to reach.
He said she was at a disadvantage, but was that really true? Even if he couldn’t see her grin, he’d hear it in her voice, wicked and wild and bright as ever. "Is that so?”' she murmured, before leaning back just far enough to crash her mouth into his. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t gentle. It was a dare wrapped in a kiss, want and heat and the restless need to feel something that wasn’t pain.
Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
