your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
The moment Kaisel’s mouth leaves hers, Flora feels the absence like something pulled straight from her chest, an immediate, hungry little loss that rushes through the bond before she can even think to hide it, raw and embarrassingly needy. Every brush of his lips across her throat and collar is painted in the shape of what she wants back, the drag of his mouth over her skin making her arch and shiver because even though it's him and it’s perfect, it still isn’t enough; not when some greedy, spoiled part of her wants his kiss and his hands and his weight and his thoughts all at once. When the pressure of his hips shifts away to make room for his hand, she gasps softly, the sound catching in her throat before she hisses the breath back in through her teeth as if that can disguise how sharply she feels the loss of him there, but of course it can’t, not anymore, not when the bond spills everything between them like overturned wine, flowing and dark and impossible to pretend wasn’t deliberate.
His fingers find the lace of her underwear and Flora shivers hard beneath him, toes curling as the first light brush of pressure sends heat snapping up through her body, her own fingers tightening at the base of his head and in his hair, tugging him closer with a warning that is only half a warning because the rest of it is want dressed up in teeth. If you tease me, Kaisel, I will make this hell for both of us, she thinks directly into him, the shape of her mental voice breathlessly amused and glittering at the edges, but underneath it there’s a seriousness she can’t soften, a desperate little flare that tells him exactly how badly she wants him now, how little patience she has for pretty torture when her body is already drawn tight beneath him.
The hickey blooms against her skin at the same time his finger presses more deliberately against her clit, and Flora’s head tips back against the bed, lips parting on a moan that breaks out of her with no manners at all, no polish. The sensation pours through the bond in a rush of blood roses blooming in the dark, lush and red and opening too fast, tangled with untamed fire that catches along every nerve and climbs until her breath stutters beneath it. Her back arches, thighs tightening around his waist as the pleasure sharpens exactly where he touches her, and the bond throws it all back at him with shameless clarity, the pulse of need low in her belly, the wild, flaring impatience of her body, the way every small adjustment of his fingers makes her thoughts scatter like petals thrown into flame. "Kai—" she breathes aloud, because even with the bond singing between them she still wants his name in her mouth, still wants the sound of it shaped by her lips.
His fingers find the lace of her underwear and Flora shivers hard beneath him, toes curling as the first light brush of pressure sends heat snapping up through her body, her own fingers tightening at the base of his head and in his hair, tugging him closer with a warning that is only half a warning because the rest of it is want dressed up in teeth. If you tease me, Kaisel, I will make this hell for both of us, she thinks directly into him, the shape of her mental voice breathlessly amused and glittering at the edges, but underneath it there’s a seriousness she can’t soften, a desperate little flare that tells him exactly how badly she wants him now, how little patience she has for pretty torture when her body is already drawn tight beneath him.
The hickey blooms against her skin at the same time his finger presses more deliberately against her clit, and Flora’s head tips back against the bed, lips parting on a moan that breaks out of her with no manners at all, no polish. The sensation pours through the bond in a rush of blood roses blooming in the dark, lush and red and opening too fast, tangled with untamed fire that catches along every nerve and climbs until her breath stutters beneath it. Her back arches, thighs tightening around his waist as the pleasure sharpens exactly where he touches her, and the bond throws it all back at him with shameless clarity, the pulse of need low in her belly, the wild, flaring impatience of her body, the way every small adjustment of his fingers makes her thoughts scatter like petals thrown into flame. "Kai—" she breathes aloud, because even with the bond singing between them she still wants his name in her mouth, still wants the sound of it shaped by her lips.
