// won't you breathe with me? //
Shivers ran from his fingers and down her spine, a silver shudder of tingly pleasure that easily matched the snap of his hips in potency. The need to keep moving and match his rhythm had Maea brace her hands against his chest and half sit up so that she could move easier braced by the strong hands on her thighs. Rewarded by his thumb when it found its way into her folds, she quivered at the light touch, flinching subtly with a soft gasp for each completed circle. She was getting soaked again, so damn wet for him; the moist sounds whenever he slid back in made her blush hard - embarrassed, but only a little bit. She couldn't help it, not when he talked like that and made her feel so good.
"The gods have nothing to do with that," she said with a sultry chuckle, breathless and hoarse; "It's you making me like this. Only you - no one else." No god could replace him, no matter how powerful or clever with their tricks. She would never go near them like this, never trust them like this - never let herself be touched in this way by anyone but Liam.
"The gods have nothing to do with that," she said with a sultry chuckle, breathless and hoarse; "It's you making me like this. Only you - no one else." No god could replace him, no matter how powerful or clever with their tricks. She would never go near them like this, never trust them like this - never let herself be touched in this way by anyone but Liam.
Maea
// won't you take me to your heart? //
