// won't you breathe with me? //
Forcing down air, she was fighting to stay lucid, to not simply drown in the surges he unleashed upon her. There was the landslide again, the tectonic force compressed by tenderness that turned his feasting on her into such a loving touch. He wasn't careful with her, didn't treat her like she was breakable or frail. Liam touched her breasts, kissed his way down her throat and closed his mouth overr her peaked nipples like she was already his, and she found herself responding in kind with vocal approval; because she was, just like she'd vowed to be. Wanted him to claim her just like this, until he unleashed everything he kept pent up inside.
She watched him through half lidded eyes, savoring the groan touching him drew out. Her hips bucked up to meet his, grinding her mound against the hardness of him; and a small smile curled the coroners of her mind, lustfilled and wicked. Her tail moved, sliding in between them to close in a lazy coil around his cock, before starting to stroke him, taunting in the lightness, the slowness of her touch.
"Liam..." His name fell off her tongue like a prayer, a reverent whisper within a sigh. Hers... to think, he was hers to do with as she pleased. That kind of power could go to her head very quickly. Oh, how she wanted him to squirm at her touch, to groan and growl and peel off the well-mannered polish until the primal core was exposed. For her, and only her to see... because he belonged to her, and she to him. She'd treat him well. She'd give him anything he could ever want. Her, the Greatwood, the world - gifts wrapped with a bow on top ‐ and he didn't have to do anything but what he was already doing.
She watched him through half lidded eyes, savoring the groan touching him drew out. Her hips bucked up to meet his, grinding her mound against the hardness of him; and a small smile curled the coroners of her mind, lustfilled and wicked. Her tail moved, sliding in between them to close in a lazy coil around his cock, before starting to stroke him, taunting in the lightness, the slowness of her touch.
"Liam..." His name fell off her tongue like a prayer, a reverent whisper within a sigh. Hers... to think, he was hers to do with as she pleased. That kind of power could go to her head very quickly. Oh, how she wanted him to squirm at her touch, to groan and growl and peel off the well-mannered polish until the primal core was exposed. For her, and only her to see... because he belonged to her, and she to him. She'd treat him well. She'd give him anything he could ever want. Her, the Greatwood, the world - gifts wrapped with a bow on top ‐ and he didn't have to do anything but what he was already doing.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
