Zavien
Zavien didn't want to hear his name said any other way for the rest of his life. Her gasp was untethered, reaching for the only thing she trusted to hold her. He responded in kind, pulling her close enough that he could smell the floral scent on her skin, could tell exactly where every part of her met him halfway. He kept his kisses controlled and deliberate, meaning to live up to the promise he'd made her despite his own mounting need.
But as her hands crept to his waistband, Zavien moved without thought. One hand slipped free of the ground, choosing instead to hold her as he manipulated the clothing from his body. Even though he didn't rush or jerk through stripping his pants, they caught momentarily on his foot, which he flicked forcefully off as he lowered them back to the blankets, exposed muscles flexing with the effort. The scar along his side scrunched when he curved his body over Soh's, carefully positioning her where he thought would be most comfortable.
As he looked down into her eyes, his gaze was softer than a mossy knoll, warmer than sunlight on grass, his hands caressing every curve unhurriedly down her body. He didn't say a word, but the expression in his eyes said so much about how he felt, about what he thought of her, about what he believed she deserved, and as he eased naturally into position between her legs, there was a silent question there, a final confirmation he asked of her.
But as her hands crept to his waistband, Zavien moved without thought. One hand slipped free of the ground, choosing instead to hold her as he manipulated the clothing from his body. Even though he didn't rush or jerk through stripping his pants, they caught momentarily on his foot, which he flicked forcefully off as he lowered them back to the blankets, exposed muscles flexing with the effort. The scar along his side scrunched when he curved his body over Soh's, carefully positioning her where he thought would be most comfortable.
As he looked down into her eyes, his gaze was softer than a mossy knoll, warmer than sunlight on grass, his hands caressing every curve unhurriedly down her body. He didn't say a word, but the expression in his eyes said so much about how he felt, about what he thought of her, about what he believed she deserved, and as he eased naturally into position between her legs, there was a silent question there, a final confirmation he asked of her.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
