Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
Her mouth trailed liquid fire across his skin. The feeling of her whispers and moans might as well have been tattoos for how they branded his heart, staking and claiming her hold on him with barely a whisp of breath. It was all the more intoxicating when his fingers brushed her clit, like a cord plucked to elicit the most beautiful of sounds, the tremble and ripple of her body nearly destroying him in an instant.
Lena didn't have to finish the question when their minds were occupied by nothing other than the growing force of their combined pleasure. The incoherent moan of response turned into a resounding "Yes" that dragged willfully from his chest, unsure how to articulate how easily she was ruining him, how close he was to that blinding edge. He just gripped her tighter, thrusts and fingers turning desperate to pull her along as he felt the pressure hitting its peak.
Despite all his hopes and efforts to put Lena first, Zavien couldn't stop the climax when it came, couldn't tell if she'd followed or not as he lost grasp of the moment. "Gods, Lena." It was a prayer and a plea, a conscious declaration and pure instinct as his world erupted in nothing but her and the burning white behind his eyes. His hips pumped of their own accord, the rest of his body rigid with the all-encompassing release that cascaded through him, burning away thought and control. He subconsciously cradled her in his grasp as he slowed, drifting down from the high and savoring every moment of it, the way everything else fell away and all he knew was the feel of her. His mouth searched for hers, wanting to give her everything from his strength to his breath to his love-filled heart.
Lena didn't have to finish the question when their minds were occupied by nothing other than the growing force of their combined pleasure. The incoherent moan of response turned into a resounding "Yes" that dragged willfully from his chest, unsure how to articulate how easily she was ruining him, how close he was to that blinding edge. He just gripped her tighter, thrusts and fingers turning desperate to pull her along as he felt the pressure hitting its peak.
Despite all his hopes and efforts to put Lena first, Zavien couldn't stop the climax when it came, couldn't tell if she'd followed or not as he lost grasp of the moment. "Gods, Lena." It was a prayer and a plea, a conscious declaration and pure instinct as his world erupted in nothing but her and the burning white behind his eyes. His hips pumped of their own accord, the rest of his body rigid with the all-encompassing release that cascaded through him, burning away thought and control. He subconsciously cradled her in his grasp as he slowed, drifting down from the high and savoring every moment of it, the way everything else fell away and all he knew was the feel of her. His mouth searched for hers, wanting to give her everything from his strength to his breath to his love-filled heart.
