her fight and fury's fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing
Poised beneath him like deep water waiting beneath a cliff’s edge, The Ark watches the movements of Jack’s hands with a predator’s rapt attention, blue eyes following the last impatient work of freeing himself from what remains of his clothes. "Only as much as you are," she murmurs, devilish satisfaction curling through the words as she opens herself to him again, arms and legs spread in an invitation that feels less like surrender than the sea rising to meet a diver foolish enough to believe he is in control of the descent.
She rises into his kiss at once, her body answering his with a hungry arch that erases the last careful distance between them. One hand tangles at the back of his neck, fingers winding into his hair, while the other glides down the length of his back, warm saltwater still pearling from her palm and slipping between them in bright, fevered traces. Her mouth devours his as greedily as he takes it, every breath shared and stolen in turn until the heat between them has made the cold of Deepfrost feel like something invented by another life.
She allows the teasing only until it becomes too much, tension pulling through her in opposing currents until it finally gives. Her leg curls back around his hips, drawing him fully into her with an urgency that steals the breath from her lungs, and she inhales sharply against his lips as a shaky surge of pleasure tears through her, leaving her fingers clutching at his lower back against both the tide and undertow of arousal now coursing through her.
She rises into his kiss at once, her body answering his with a hungry arch that erases the last careful distance between them. One hand tangles at the back of his neck, fingers winding into his hair, while the other glides down the length of his back, warm saltwater still pearling from her palm and slipping between them in bright, fevered traces. Her mouth devours his as greedily as he takes it, every breath shared and stolen in turn until the heat between them has made the cold of Deepfrost feel like something invented by another life.
She allows the teasing only until it becomes too much, tension pulling through her in opposing currents until it finally gives. Her leg curls back around his hips, drawing him fully into her with an urgency that steals the breath from her lungs, and she inhales sharply against his lips as a shaky surge of pleasure tears through her, leaving her fingers clutching at his lower back against both the tide and undertow of arousal now coursing through her.
sweet and right and merciful, all but washed in the tide of her breathing
Siren's Wake | After she leaves a space, traces of her presence linger briefly: a faint scent of salt, the sound of distant water, a restless feeling in the chest. People rarely notice it consciously.
