i see nothing better, i'll keep him forever, like a vendetta
Anticipation races through The Ark as Jack’s grip firms in her hair and at her hip, every point of contact carrying the certainty of a hand that has known how to command her long before she ever possessed flesh. For all her headstrong autonomy, all the ways she delights in choosing her own direction now, it is still Jack who has captained her through the finest moments of her existence. Gods, she loves the way he sets their course when he decides exactly where and how he means to take her.
His teasing has a low moan gathering in her throat, but the first hard thrust steals it apart into a startled gasp. His name follows louder, breaking from her lips and carrying through the open hatch toward the sand and sea as cleanly as sound travelling over open water. "Fuck," she breathes, satisfaction flooding through her only to be swallowed almost immediately by the demand for more. The feeling of him against her, the possession in his hands and the pressure of his body behind hers, is enough to turn the waters of her mind rough and ravenous.
She obeys without hesitation, shifting her feet wider before leaning farther against the ledge. The new angle gives him all the leverage he could want while drawing her deliberately against the fist tangled in her hair, sharpening the pull until pleasure runs bright along her scalp. Her fingers tighten against the counter, hips pressing back into him with an impatient invitation that makes clear she has no interest in gentleness either.
His teasing has a low moan gathering in her throat, but the first hard thrust steals it apart into a startled gasp. His name follows louder, breaking from her lips and carrying through the open hatch toward the sand and sea as cleanly as sound travelling over open water. "Fuck," she breathes, satisfaction flooding through her only to be swallowed almost immediately by the demand for more. The feeling of him against her, the possession in his hands and the pressure of his body behind hers, is enough to turn the waters of her mind rough and ravenous.
She obeys without hesitation, shifting her feet wider before leaning farther against the ledge. The new angle gives him all the leverage he could want while drawing her deliberately against the fist tangled in her hair, sharpening the pull until pleasure runs bright along her scalp. Her fingers tighten against the counter, hips pressing back into him with an impatient invitation that makes clear she has no interest in gentleness either.
i see how this is gonna go, touch me and you'll never be alone
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.
