// won't you breathe with me? //
Yes. This. This was what she needed. Every hungry kiss, every press of his mouth against hers pushed that numbness further and further away, leaving her raw and fully connected. Her breath hitched, half a sob as she pressed herself slowly against him. Her breasts ached at the contact. Sent arrows of pleasure through her body, to pool as heat between her legs. She couldn't have said what was different from any other time he'd kissed her, but something was; she, perhaps, or he, or just the quality of the air in this secret hideaway beneath the earth.
No less passionate than this soldier who loved her –loved her, loved her – Maea's mouth parted for him, her tongue quicksilver soft as it sampled his lower lip. Inviting to dance, to taste, to devour - she'd give him anything he wanted, if he just didn't stop.
No less passionate than this soldier who loved her –loved her, loved her – Maea's mouth parted for him, her tongue quicksilver soft as it sampled his lower lip. Inviting to dance, to taste, to devour - she'd give him anything he wanted, if he just didn't stop.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
