Maea
The worst of all blessings
She was burning, aching with a lust that swept like wildfire through her veins. Every kiss, every caress of Liam's hands was starting a new blaze until she was trembling in his arms. It was overwhelming, to feel so much after so long of feeling nothing. How numb she'd been, and how hypersensitive her body felt now; so eager to please, so willing to bend and twist if it meant feeling even more.
Breathing faster, she tipped her head back to make room for his mouth to explore her throat as he wished. His breath felt hot against her skin, the vibration as he spoke enough to raise goosebumps all the way down her spine.
"No," she gasped. "Never. Don't - " But she forced herself to stop before finishing that sentence. Made herself pause, for a single excruciating moment, and examine exactly what was happening. What 'not stopping' would mean, what it would do to their relationship. It would be a point of no return - as if kissing him hadn't already pushed her so far across any borders that she no longer wanted a life without his lips on hers - and for a single moment she tensed, petrified at the notion that he would see her at her weakest, most vulnerable - and change his mind. Find her to be less than he'd thought, not quite enough... That once he'd tasted what she had to offer, he might tire of her, and move on. After all, that's how it had gone before.
But she hated herself for thinking it. Knew, in theory at least, that Liam wasn't like that, and knew she wanted to unlearn that kind of response. So even though she tensed, despite the tremor of her hands - she tightened her hand around his curls and breathed her wish againsthis ear;
"Don't stop."
Breathing faster, she tipped her head back to make room for his mouth to explore her throat as he wished. His breath felt hot against her skin, the vibration as he spoke enough to raise goosebumps all the way down her spine.
"No," she gasped. "Never. Don't - " But she forced herself to stop before finishing that sentence. Made herself pause, for a single excruciating moment, and examine exactly what was happening. What 'not stopping' would mean, what it would do to their relationship. It would be a point of no return - as if kissing him hadn't already pushed her so far across any borders that she no longer wanted a life without his lips on hers - and for a single moment she tensed, petrified at the notion that he would see her at her weakest, most vulnerable - and change his mind. Find her to be less than he'd thought, not quite enough... That once he'd tasted what she had to offer, he might tire of her, and move on. After all, that's how it had gone before.
But she hated herself for thinking it. Knew, in theory at least, that Liam wasn't like that, and knew she wanted to unlearn that kind of response. So even though she tensed, despite the tremor of her hands - she tightened her hand around his curls and breathed her wish againsthis ear;
"Don't stop."
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
