All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Zavien was attuned to her every breath, every soft noise of pleasure, every way her body moved to meet his touch; and she was responsive to each kiss, each caress, each one adding to the need building deep in her core. She moaned again as he continued to kiss the same spot: a soft, wanton sound that begged for more. ”Zavien -“ she managed to gasp, her hands drifting from where they’d rested on his shoulders to tangle once more in his hair unsure whether she meant to hold him in place or urge him lower.
She was pliant in his arms as his hands slipped down to her waist, gently pressing her closer against him until she could swear she could feel every beat of his heart against her chest, its staccato rhythm matching the rapidly increasing beat of her own. Each kiss was adoring and each touch was devoted, every brush of his lips or faint ghosting of fingertips intentionally placed to elicit the most pleasure. Was it blasphemous to think that this was what it would feel like to be worshiped, wholly and completely?
Zavien’s hands reached her pants. She lifted her hips when urged to do so, allowing him to slip her pants from her legs. And then she was lying beneath him, completely naked, bare in more ways than just a lack of clothing. It felt like allowing him to see all of her in a way that she hadn’t last time, in a way that no one had ever been able to do before. And she reveled in it, warmth surging in her veins and love rooting deep into her heart.
Her hands traced a line down his chest, carefully caressing a line down to his pants, gently slipping her fingers beneath the waistband in a silent request for removal. She needed to feel him - all of him - before she went mad.
She was pliant in his arms as his hands slipped down to her waist, gently pressing her closer against him until she could swear she could feel every beat of his heart against her chest, its staccato rhythm matching the rapidly increasing beat of her own. Each kiss was adoring and each touch was devoted, every brush of his lips or faint ghosting of fingertips intentionally placed to elicit the most pleasure. Was it blasphemous to think that this was what it would feel like to be worshiped, wholly and completely?
Zavien’s hands reached her pants. She lifted her hips when urged to do so, allowing him to slip her pants from her legs. And then she was lying beneath him, completely naked, bare in more ways than just a lack of clothing. It felt like allowing him to see all of her in a way that she hadn’t last time, in a way that no one had ever been able to do before. And she reveled in it, warmth surging in her veins and love rooting deep into her heart.
Her hands traced a line down his chest, carefully caressing a line down to his pants, gently slipping her fingers beneath the waistband in a silent request for removal. She needed to feel him - all of him - before she went mad.
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
