COLT
Usually, I ain't the type to stay up all damn night
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
Thinkin' 'bout someone else
It's hard to be fine when your heart's on the line
And the truth is I'm goin' through hell
He doesn't have to say it, not when he's already teasing it out of her with every knock of their bodies, each smoldering temptation of him fed relentlessly by his deep fit. Never content with anything less than dragging her into sweet oblivion though, his darkness nearly pulls her under with the first slide of their depravity. Her body is primed to respond to his shadows, already anticipating the familiar satisfaction they bring, causing a sudden and intense shock of pleasure that spears through her the moment they join. Her body hitches beneath him, fingers clutching his tighter, head tilting back with the force of the moan that exits as every piece of her ignites.
It's enough to send her over time and again—his twilight hands slamming her hips onto his cock, driving the forceful heat of him against her even further, while another grinds against her clit until she's practically sparking with ecstasy. She fights it though, gods she's hanging on by the skin of her teeth, whimpering as she rides through each rapturing jolt, because she doesn't want to give it up. The way he touches her, the feel of him, it's too irresistible.
He doesn't have to say it, but he does. His voice claws through her, rough and commanding in her ear, and it’s the last thing she can hold against. She breaks before the hum of his words have fully faded.
A cry rips out, jagged and raw, as her whole body tenses. Wrists strain against his grip as she shudders beneath him, helpless to the violent quake of her own body. Her climax hits swift and brutal, spasms clenching around him, her body intent on devouring him whole.
The field is just a spin of darkness and silver, stars smudging against the backdrop of the night. All she knows is him—the punishing stretch of him inside her, the devilish grip of his personal dusk locking her in bliss, the snarl of her name still set into her ear. She gasps for him like air, every sound torn from her heaving chest a splinter of worship and need as she burns to the ground around him.
“Ves—oh fuck, Vesper—” his name spills savagely from her lips, over and over, until there’s no space left between one wrecked groan and the next, until she’s nothing but the ruin he’s branded into her.
It's enough to send her over time and again—his twilight hands slamming her hips onto his cock, driving the forceful heat of him against her even further, while another grinds against her clit until she's practically sparking with ecstasy. She fights it though, gods she's hanging on by the skin of her teeth, whimpering as she rides through each rapturing jolt, because she doesn't want to give it up. The way he touches her, the feel of him, it's too irresistible.
He doesn't have to say it, but he does. His voice claws through her, rough and commanding in her ear, and it’s the last thing she can hold against. She breaks before the hum of his words have fully faded.
A cry rips out, jagged and raw, as her whole body tenses. Wrists strain against his grip as she shudders beneath him, helpless to the violent quake of her own body. Her climax hits swift and brutal, spasms clenching around him, her body intent on devouring him whole.
The field is just a spin of darkness and silver, stars smudging against the backdrop of the night. All she knows is him—the punishing stretch of him inside her, the devilish grip of his personal dusk locking her in bliss, the snarl of her name still set into her ear. She gasps for him like air, every sound torn from her heaving chest a splinter of worship and need as she burns to the ground around him.
“Ves—oh fuck, Vesper—” his name spills savagely from her lips, over and over, until there’s no space left between one wrecked groan and the next, until she’s nothing but the ruin he’s branded into her.
I keep it dark, I keep it quiet
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
But then you come around and light me up
Takin' up space like a hyphen
You're on my mind and I can't fight it
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
