your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Her orgasm pulls at Flora from somewhere too deep to name cleanly, not a neat climb, not some pretty little crest she can moan her way through, but something vast and violent and tidal that catches her beneath the ribs and drags, hard, until she feels suddenly tiny inside her own body, like a little sailboat caught in the centre of a maelstrom with its mast splintering and its sails gone bright with lightning.
Before the bond, she thinks she might have broken sooner, might have tumbled over the first bright edge of it and let pleasure scatter through her in quick, hot waves, but now Kaisel can feel too much, knows too much, follows every hitch and shiver and unbearable tightening with devastating precision until the pleasure doesn’t just build, it towers. The drop beneath her feels impossible in its height, almost frightening in the way it opens up inside her, and through the ring she can feel her own anticipation feeding back into him, can feel the wild, shaky rush of adrenaline bursting through the heat in her veins as the pressure inside her finally swells past anything her body can hold.
"Kais—" she cries, except his name fractures before it can fully leave her mouth, breaking apart into sounds that spill half into the room and half down the bond, syllables torn between breath and thought as the release takes her completely. It rips through every part of her at once, a full-body convulsion of pleasure so bright and consuming that for a second she loses the edges of herself, weightless and falling even as her back arches sharply from the bed. Her hands fist into the sheets, knuckles tight, the torn shimmer of her dress dragging against her skin as her body trembles through the overglow, helpless to the rippling aftershocks that keep rolling through her again and again. Her mouth stays open around the shape of his name, breath caught in broken little sounds she can’t control, the feeling too enormous to fit inside her and yet trapped there anyway, flooding the bond in hot, shameless waves of pleasure, love, and stunned, greedy need.
Before the bond, she thinks she might have broken sooner, might have tumbled over the first bright edge of it and let pleasure scatter through her in quick, hot waves, but now Kaisel can feel too much, knows too much, follows every hitch and shiver and unbearable tightening with devastating precision until the pleasure doesn’t just build, it towers. The drop beneath her feels impossible in its height, almost frightening in the way it opens up inside her, and through the ring she can feel her own anticipation feeding back into him, can feel the wild, shaky rush of adrenaline bursting through the heat in her veins as the pressure inside her finally swells past anything her body can hold.
"Kais—" she cries, except his name fractures before it can fully leave her mouth, breaking apart into sounds that spill half into the room and half down the bond, syllables torn between breath and thought as the release takes her completely. It rips through every part of her at once, a full-body convulsion of pleasure so bright and consuming that for a second she loses the edges of herself, weightless and falling even as her back arches sharply from the bed. Her hands fist into the sheets, knuckles tight, the torn shimmer of her dress dragging against her skin as her body trembles through the overglow, helpless to the rippling aftershocks that keep rolling through her again and again. Her mouth stays open around the shape of his name, breath caught in broken little sounds she can’t control, the feeling too enormous to fit inside her and yet trapped there anyway, flooding the bond in hot, shameless waves of pleasure, love, and stunned, greedy need.
