Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
Despite her flaws and imperfections, when his lips were on hers and the world beyond the bed vanished, Lena was perfect for all intents and purposes, everything he wanted and needed and desired wrapped around him in clutching limbs, pulling him closer in an irresistible gravity that he no longer tried to fight. Even if she didn't believe him, Zavien would never stop telling her that he wouldn't change a thing about her.
Pressing gently forward, he sucked in a breath, struggling to assess how Lena was doing when all he wanted was to shove deeper, to find that release. An apology was already on his tongue, prepared to refocus and adjust however she needed; but Lena moved before the words formed, the friction sending electricity up his spine, forever grateful for her reassurance as he lost the ability for coherent thought. He might have cursed. He might have said her name. It was hard to tell through the groan that rumbled from his chest, pushing unbidden from his lungs by the pressure constricting his consciousness only to the places held together by Lena. Only once he was sure he wouldn't cut the pleasure short with his lack of control did Zavien speak, blinking through the haze to look at her. "Let me know if that changes."
He didn't leave her waiting though, shifting his weight as his hips began to move, searching cautiously for that natural angle that would send them both into oblivion. Using Lena's cues as much as the fire sparking through his nerve endings, Zavien knew when he'd found it. Curving his head down to the crook of her neck, he placed desperate kisses along her skin, as much to steady himself as pull her along the path of sensual sensations. His muscles tensed in preparation as he slowly increased the pace, not letting his own arcing desire or drawn notes of pleasure keep him from whatever her body was communicating, jaw clenching against the rougher instincts that threatened to bruise, determined to cherish and love before chasing the carnal nature or the pressure already begging for release.
Pressing gently forward, he sucked in a breath, struggling to assess how Lena was doing when all he wanted was to shove deeper, to find that release. An apology was already on his tongue, prepared to refocus and adjust however she needed; but Lena moved before the words formed, the friction sending electricity up his spine, forever grateful for her reassurance as he lost the ability for coherent thought. He might have cursed. He might have said her name. It was hard to tell through the groan that rumbled from his chest, pushing unbidden from his lungs by the pressure constricting his consciousness only to the places held together by Lena. Only once he was sure he wouldn't cut the pleasure short with his lack of control did Zavien speak, blinking through the haze to look at her. "Let me know if that changes."
He didn't leave her waiting though, shifting his weight as his hips began to move, searching cautiously for that natural angle that would send them both into oblivion. Using Lena's cues as much as the fire sparking through his nerve endings, Zavien knew when he'd found it. Curving his head down to the crook of her neck, he placed desperate kisses along her skin, as much to steady himself as pull her along the path of sensual sensations. His muscles tensed in preparation as he slowly increased the pace, not letting his own arcing desire or drawn notes of pleasure keep him from whatever her body was communicating, jaw clenching against the rougher instincts that threatened to bruise, determined to cherish and love before chasing the carnal nature or the pressure already begging for release.
