Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora grins wickedly into the kiss as Kai’s answer rumbles through her thoughts, his promise striking sparks through the deep, sultry red already blooming between them. When he shifts her higher, the hand that had disappeared beneath the water slides back to his shoulder while her other arm tightens around his neck, coiling her securely above him as her mouth remains busy against his. Her lips and tongue and the occasional scrape of her teeth add texture to every crimson flare that spills through the bond, while the rest of her body stays drawn taut with anticipation, each adjustment of his hands pulling her want tighter until she feels strung between them.
The impatient drag of her bikini aside sends a shiver of delight through her, because while Kai can thoroughly undo her when he takes his time, drawing every reaction out until she’s trembling beneath the slow precision of his attention, nothing turns her on quite like the moments when his hunger makes him quick. There is something dizzying about being wanted with enough urgency that gentleness becomes secondary, and when he pulls her down against him, pleasure catches her so sharply that the startled moan hiccups from her throat before she can swallow it. Undoubtedly Kaisel will feel the difference between the ways in which the water of the springs around them is wet and the way that Flora is, with hers being a silken glide that makes the water feel coarse by comparison.
Somewhere beyond the immediate blaze of sensation, Flora remains vaguely aware that they’re in a public spring and that anyone could appear through the steam to find them tangled together beneath the stars, but the thought does nothing to slow the way her thighs tighten around him for leverage. One hand abandons his shoulder and reaches blindly for the ledge, her fingers gripping the wet stone hard enough to keep herself steady as she folds forward and tucks her face into the cleft of his shoulder. Each forceful movement threatens to jostle another sound free, and although she presses her mouth against the side of his neck in an attempt to muffle them, the effort is quickly betrayed by the broken, breathless noises that continue to warm his skin.
Her grip tightens on the ledge as heat races through her in sharp, rolling waves, leaving every part of her caught between holding herself steady and surrendering entirely to the way he moves her. Biting down on another cry of pleasure, Flora pants against his neck before his name spills through the bond, saturated in crimson and smoke. Kai, she moans into his thoughts, her lips brushing damply against his skin as the rest follows without teasing or pretence, stripped down to the helpless sincerity of how thoroughly he’s affecting her. Gods, you feel so good.
The impatient drag of her bikini aside sends a shiver of delight through her, because while Kai can thoroughly undo her when he takes his time, drawing every reaction out until she’s trembling beneath the slow precision of his attention, nothing turns her on quite like the moments when his hunger makes him quick. There is something dizzying about being wanted with enough urgency that gentleness becomes secondary, and when he pulls her down against him, pleasure catches her so sharply that the startled moan hiccups from her throat before she can swallow it. Undoubtedly Kaisel will feel the difference between the ways in which the water of the springs around them is wet and the way that Flora is, with hers being a silken glide that makes the water feel coarse by comparison.
Somewhere beyond the immediate blaze of sensation, Flora remains vaguely aware that they’re in a public spring and that anyone could appear through the steam to find them tangled together beneath the stars, but the thought does nothing to slow the way her thighs tighten around him for leverage. One hand abandons his shoulder and reaches blindly for the ledge, her fingers gripping the wet stone hard enough to keep herself steady as she folds forward and tucks her face into the cleft of his shoulder. Each forceful movement threatens to jostle another sound free, and although she presses her mouth against the side of his neck in an attempt to muffle them, the effort is quickly betrayed by the broken, breathless noises that continue to warm his skin.
Her grip tightens on the ledge as heat races through her in sharp, rolling waves, leaving every part of her caught between holding herself steady and surrendering entirely to the way he moves her. Biting down on another cry of pleasure, Flora pants against his neck before his name spills through the bond, saturated in crimson and smoke. Kai, she moans into his thoughts, her lips brushing damply against his skin as the rest follows without teasing or pretence, stripped down to the helpless sincerity of how thoroughly he’s affecting her. Gods, you feel so good.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
