your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Oh, you think that’s my queen voice? Flora thinks back, the shape of it glittering with the slightest edge of playfulness even though most of her mind is already a sparkling, useless mess of heat and want. It would be sharper if she had more of herself available, if her body weren’t still tuned to every place Kaisel touched and every place he’d left behind, but even that little flicker of teasing comes wrapped in arousal, breathless and bright and fraying fast at the edges.
The loss of him as he moves down her body is almost unbearable, a devastating wave of anticipation that makes it nearly impossible to stay still, her fingers tightening uselessly against nothing for the few seconds his hair is no longer where she can properly knot her fingers in it. She’d asked for this, wanted it, told him exactly where she wanted his mouth, and yet the distance between wanting and having becomes its own physical thing, something stretched tight over her ribs and hips and thighs, something she has to wrestle against while she lies there, waiting. The urge to tell him to hurry is so strong it burns behind her teeth, but a larger, pleasure-drunk part of her also wants him to go slow; wants the unbearable build and the vicious little sweetness of having no choice but to feel every second of it, and when her hips are caught and drawn toward the edge of the bed, Flora exhales the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, the sound leaving her in a shaky rush that says far too much.
The first press of his tongue against her sends relief through her so sharply it almost feels soft—not gentle, not even close—but soft in the way a summer storm is soft when it finally breaks over skin that’s been waiting too long beneath impossible heat. Her thighs drape over his shoulders and immediately tense there, trembling with restraint as she fights the absolutely feral urge to lock him in place against her. The sweep of his mouth lights her up in one clean, arching rush, every nerve answering at once, and Flora gasps loudly before she can swallow the sound down, head pressing back against the bed as pleasure rolls through her with such force that it borders on painful, too bright and too concentrated and still not enough to make her want less of it.
Through the bond, there is nowhere for any of it to hide. The newness of it, the fact that she is already so riled up she can barely keep her thoughts in a straight line, turns every stroke of his tongue into something devastating, dragging her closer far faster than he has any right to manage while still being so meticulous, so slow, so infuriatingly exact. It drowns her in waves, each one pinning her harder against the bed even as her hips lift with helpless little answers, the pleasure blooming low and spreading hot through her belly, up her spine, out into her shaking hands until she can’t tell whether she’s pushing into it or trying to survive it. "Kai," she moans, his name breaking out of her breathless and wrecked, her body tightening around the rising force of it as the bond spills everything back to him in shameless colour and heat, all need, all yes, all there, all the greedy, trembling certainty that he is going to undo her far too quickly and she is going to let him, so if he wanted to feel her come undone any other way than this, he had about 5 seconds to stop what he was doing.
The loss of him as he moves down her body is almost unbearable, a devastating wave of anticipation that makes it nearly impossible to stay still, her fingers tightening uselessly against nothing for the few seconds his hair is no longer where she can properly knot her fingers in it. She’d asked for this, wanted it, told him exactly where she wanted his mouth, and yet the distance between wanting and having becomes its own physical thing, something stretched tight over her ribs and hips and thighs, something she has to wrestle against while she lies there, waiting. The urge to tell him to hurry is so strong it burns behind her teeth, but a larger, pleasure-drunk part of her also wants him to go slow; wants the unbearable build and the vicious little sweetness of having no choice but to feel every second of it, and when her hips are caught and drawn toward the edge of the bed, Flora exhales the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, the sound leaving her in a shaky rush that says far too much.
The first press of his tongue against her sends relief through her so sharply it almost feels soft—not gentle, not even close—but soft in the way a summer storm is soft when it finally breaks over skin that’s been waiting too long beneath impossible heat. Her thighs drape over his shoulders and immediately tense there, trembling with restraint as she fights the absolutely feral urge to lock him in place against her. The sweep of his mouth lights her up in one clean, arching rush, every nerve answering at once, and Flora gasps loudly before she can swallow the sound down, head pressing back against the bed as pleasure rolls through her with such force that it borders on painful, too bright and too concentrated and still not enough to make her want less of it.
Through the bond, there is nowhere for any of it to hide. The newness of it, the fact that she is already so riled up she can barely keep her thoughts in a straight line, turns every stroke of his tongue into something devastating, dragging her closer far faster than he has any right to manage while still being so meticulous, so slow, so infuriatingly exact. It drowns her in waves, each one pinning her harder against the bed even as her hips lift with helpless little answers, the pleasure blooming low and spreading hot through her belly, up her spine, out into her shaking hands until she can’t tell whether she’s pushing into it or trying to survive it. "Kai," she moans, his name breaking out of her breathless and wrecked, her body tightening around the rising force of it as the bond spills everything back to him in shameless colour and heat, all need, all yes, all there, all the greedy, trembling certainty that he is going to undo her far too quickly and she is going to let him, so if he wanted to feel her come undone any other way than this, he had about 5 seconds to stop what he was doing.
