fight for the things that crack light into your life

Iskra

He has never reached and not found her there, each of them seeming to race to a peak, even now. More than that, it's the match, as much flame as the echo of her through him, similar in enough ways that he rarely doubts understanding even when it devolves to little more than roughened sounds parting on torn breath.

Her encouragement stokes him, the burn rising ever brighter and higher within, heating everywhere they touch until the contact feels molten. "Ohh, Mel," he sighs into her jaw as she trembles above him, the pulse of it aching through his whole length. The bid to stay on course comes when he feels himself nearing the edge, something ravenous within finally scraping at the last bone of its hunger. "Come with me," he murmurs low to her as he slams repeatedly up into her, back bowing with the effort. One hand abandons her hips, sinking a thumb down to press in on her clit as the last remnants of his control give.

The torches nearby double in size as energy snaps through him white and hot and consuming. He bucks up into her then holds, staying buried as he sinks his head into her chest and moans her name while he thoroughly spends himself.

I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile