And it burns like a gin and I like it,
It's a show that none of these people have signed up for, but she bewitches them, nonetheless, riding his every thrust in desperate oblivion. Her control is long gone in that inexplicable desire to be lost in Pierce - to cast aside who she was for this new connection between them, purple flaring to life in the fire of her breaths and the burning in her core.
Thal moans at the heightened pace and the low rumble of his voice in her ear, just as near to release. Her hand slips from its hold on the bar when his attention turns to her chest, slick with the heat of her tingling magic and the heat of the moment. She moves her arm up to his bicep just as he's pinching the hard nub of her nipple. Spine arching, every muscle tightens at the swelling pressure building low in her stomach, stretching the flimsy barrier painfully taut. Her breath thins to a soft whine that's almost a whimper, high with need that he doesn't hesitate to answer. His fingers find the gap in her armor, the final weakness that sends her tumbling over the ledge into the clutches of the dark violet ocean below. The confines of her orgasm shatter in a brilliant flash of blinding lavender that rattles her body, ripping at her consciousness like sharp amethyst claws that leave little more than shreds in their wake.
Her voice cries out in the bar, echoing and pitched high against her throat. Untethered, her soul follows close behind, fleeing to make room for the purple pleasure that fills every drop of her existence. She doesn't miss the burden of thoughts or what little morals she has, too adrift in the overwhelming and exhilarating waves of her climax that send her careening into Pierce. Every part of her holds him captive, desperate for him to feel what he's done to her, how she's come apart at the seams in every stuttering roll of her hips.
Thal moans at the heightened pace and the low rumble of his voice in her ear, just as near to release. Her hand slips from its hold on the bar when his attention turns to her chest, slick with the heat of her tingling magic and the heat of the moment. She moves her arm up to his bicep just as he's pinching the hard nub of her nipple. Spine arching, every muscle tightens at the swelling pressure building low in her stomach, stretching the flimsy barrier painfully taut. Her breath thins to a soft whine that's almost a whimper, high with need that he doesn't hesitate to answer. His fingers find the gap in her armor, the final weakness that sends her tumbling over the ledge into the clutches of the dark violet ocean below. The confines of her orgasm shatter in a brilliant flash of blinding lavender that rattles her body, ripping at her consciousness like sharp amethyst claws that leave little more than shreds in their wake.
Her voice cries out in the bar, echoing and pitched high against her throat. Untethered, her soul follows close behind, fleeing to make room for the purple pleasure that fills every drop of her existence. She doesn't miss the burden of thoughts or what little morals she has, too adrift in the overwhelming and exhilarating waves of her climax that send her careening into Pierce. Every part of her holds him captive, desperate for him to feel what he's done to her, how she's come apart at the seams in every stuttering roll of her hips.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
