flora
What might pass for arrogance or a throwaway comment to anyone else always strikes Flora differently, such that the words out of Jack’s mouth only have her burning hotter. Whatever impossible bar he sets, she’s always been reckless enough to leap for it, hungry enough to try and claw her way there, and when he rewards her with praise, it’s sweeter than any luxury she’s ever known.
When he tilts her chin she goes easily, lips parted, gaze wide and willing, every inch of her surrender written plain in the way she gives herself to his hold. Kaisel’s name hadn’t even properly registered until Jack’s sneer branded it into her, and gods, with his weight pressing her down she could almost believe he really could fuck the thought out of her entirely.
The way he seizes her, pinning and pulling, has heat crackling in her belly and pooling heavy between her thighs. His weight is exquisite, trapping her where she wants to be, and she rolls beneath him with all the slow, teasing rhythm of the tide coaxing at the shore like it was the sea itself trying to unravel him. Her fingers curl into his hair, tugging just enough to drag her own head back into the pillow, creating a fragile sliver of space only so she can whisper against his lips, "say that you want me."
In her mind, she paints it out for him as her hips push upward, the aching rub of lace and the hard press of him sparking through her body like lightning. She imagines his hands marking every inch of her skin, his mouth sliding worshipfully over gold as he claims her again and again, all while her body arcs hungrily up to meet his.
When he tilts her chin she goes easily, lips parted, gaze wide and willing, every inch of her surrender written plain in the way she gives herself to his hold. Kaisel’s name hadn’t even properly registered until Jack’s sneer branded it into her, and gods, with his weight pressing her down she could almost believe he really could fuck the thought out of her entirely.
The way he seizes her, pinning and pulling, has heat crackling in her belly and pooling heavy between her thighs. His weight is exquisite, trapping her where she wants to be, and she rolls beneath him with all the slow, teasing rhythm of the tide coaxing at the shore like it was the sea itself trying to unravel him. Her fingers curl into his hair, tugging just enough to drag her own head back into the pillow, creating a fragile sliver of space only so she can whisper against his lips, "say that you want me."
In her mind, she paints it out for him as her hips push upward, the aching rub of lace and the hard press of him sparking through her body like lightning. She imagines his hands marking every inch of her skin, his mouth sliding worshipfully over gold as he claims her again and again, all while her body arcs hungrily up to meet his.
you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
