VESPER
It’s entirely selfish, the way he worships Colt now—his mouth relentless between her thighs, tongue fast and methodic against the aching centre of her. Not just to make her fall apart beneath him, though gods, he wants that—but because every time her body shudders, every time her pleasure crests and spills over, it reverberates through him like a second heartbeat. Her climax flares in his mind like lightning behind closed eyes, raw and blinding, and he groans into her as it breaks, as her orgasm slams into him like a wave breaking over both of them at once. His shadows tighten around her thighs, curl possessively through her fingers like phantom hands, and he rides out every pulse of her release with his mouth still moving, coaxing every last jolt from her.
The taste of her, the sound of her—his name tangled in a breathless cry—has his cock throbbing behind his zipper, almost painfully hard. And when her sharp voice cuts through the haze, he laughs low and wolfish against her skin, the sound slick with satisfaction. "Yes ma'am," he murmurs, lips dragging wet and hot up the inside of her thigh.
More shadows bloom across the blankets like smoke, slipping into his waistband and yanking the last layers of cloth down his hips. He shifts back to strip them the rest of the way, baring himself completely, and the candlelight carves golden shadows across every line of his body. His cock stands heavy and flushed, the head slick with need, and his eyes—sharp and dark and entirely focused on her—burn with the promise of what comes next.
He slides between her legs with the same fluidity as his shadows, encouraging one of her thighs to hook high around his hip while the other curls around his ribs. His magic forms an arch beneath her lower back, lifting her just enough to angle her toward him. And gods, he savours it—the view, the stretch of her body beneath his, the sweat-slick glow of her skin, her chest rising and falling fast. One ringed hand slides toward her hip, anchoring her, the hold rough and possessive as he lines himself up, while the other presses into her hair as his forearm brackets around her. When he pushes forward, it's slow and deliberate; the length of him filling her inch by inch. The moment she stretches around him, the heat of her wrapping tight, he groans—groans—and it’s not quiet. His mouth drops open against hers, his fingertips bruising into her hips as he bottoms out with one long, deep thrust. His shadows pulse beneath her with every breath he takes, matching the flex of his hips as he holds still inside her for a beat, letting the intensity settle like stormwater in his lungs.
"Fuck, Colt..." Her name is a growl this time, spoken into her mouth as he rocks forward again, and again—slow at first, but deep, every thrust hungry and measured. His eyes don’t leave hers, not even when his brow draws tight from how good she feels around him. He wants to watch her fall apart again. Wants to feel it crackle through his mind like thunder.
The taste of her, the sound of her—his name tangled in a breathless cry—has his cock throbbing behind his zipper, almost painfully hard. And when her sharp voice cuts through the haze, he laughs low and wolfish against her skin, the sound slick with satisfaction. "Yes ma'am," he murmurs, lips dragging wet and hot up the inside of her thigh.
More shadows bloom across the blankets like smoke, slipping into his waistband and yanking the last layers of cloth down his hips. He shifts back to strip them the rest of the way, baring himself completely, and the candlelight carves golden shadows across every line of his body. His cock stands heavy and flushed, the head slick with need, and his eyes—sharp and dark and entirely focused on her—burn with the promise of what comes next.
He slides between her legs with the same fluidity as his shadows, encouraging one of her thighs to hook high around his hip while the other curls around his ribs. His magic forms an arch beneath her lower back, lifting her just enough to angle her toward him. And gods, he savours it—the view, the stretch of her body beneath his, the sweat-slick glow of her skin, her chest rising and falling fast. One ringed hand slides toward her hip, anchoring her, the hold rough and possessive as he lines himself up, while the other presses into her hair as his forearm brackets around her. When he pushes forward, it's slow and deliberate; the length of him filling her inch by inch. The moment she stretches around him, the heat of her wrapping tight, he groans—groans—and it’s not quiet. His mouth drops open against hers, his fingertips bruising into her hips as he bottoms out with one long, deep thrust. His shadows pulse beneath her with every breath he takes, matching the flex of his hips as he holds still inside her for a beat, letting the intensity settle like stormwater in his lungs.
"Fuck, Colt..." Her name is a growl this time, spoken into her mouth as he rocks forward again, and again—slow at first, but deep, every thrust hungry and measured. His eyes don’t leave hers, not even when his brow draws tight from how good she feels around him. He wants to watch her fall apart again. Wants to feel it crackle through his mind like thunder.
Will I ever quit playing with matches?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
Why am I making angels in the ashes?
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
