Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
He bit at her lip, begging her to drown him or burn him or bury him in whatever this was. She was so tight around him, meeting his every thrust with such dangerous precision that he swore there was another sun building in his core. It razed everything else until his sole awareness was her, where they touched and how they moved and the breaths they were trying hopelessly to steal from each other. It was torture and bliss in how it threatened to consume him.
His body curled over her like he could block out the world, like he could protect this moment and everything that came with it, willing it to never end, but wishing desperately for release as the pace surged naturally on. He had to pull a hand from her back to brace against the couch, angling his hips to connect deeper with each thrust, her name rolling off his tongue with such ease that he might have said it before, although surely never with the same level of blistering need or heat, and yet it was all he could say, the syllables breathless with the approaching climax, delirious with desire.
His body curled over her like he could block out the world, like he could protect this moment and everything that came with it, willing it to never end, but wishing desperately for release as the pace surged naturally on. He had to pull a hand from her back to brace against the couch, angling his hips to connect deeper with each thrust, her name rolling off his tongue with such ease that he might have said it before, although surely never with the same level of blistering need or heat, and yet it was all he could say, the syllables breathless with the approaching climax, delirious with desire.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
