// won't you breathe with me? //
Maea's eyes glittered, a playful smile spreading across her lips. "Your wish is my command," she murmured, slowly leaning in to brush her lips against his mouth. It was a fleeting thing, this kiss, nowhere near as bold as she'd been a moment ago. Butterfly quick and full of all kinds of fluttery nervousness, it revealed far more of her true feelings towards him.
Then she kissed him again. And again, this time lingering, achingly sweet as though his lips was the only kind of water that might quench her thirst. Desire flared, but she didn't let it take over; if her fingers tightened a little more in his hair, who was to say it wasn't simply because she liked the feel of it.
Then she kissed him again. And again, this time lingering, achingly sweet as though his lips was the only kind of water that might quench her thirst. Desire flared, but she didn't let it take over; if her fingers tightened a little more in his hair, who was to say it wasn't simply because she liked the feel of it.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
