Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
He shifted to accomodate her, and her breath quickened at the feel of his weight pressing down on her, the sharp fangs grazing her neck again. The kisses, the light grazes and bites made her dizzy, set her head spinning wildly in a very pleasant way, heat pooling in her lower stomach and thighs, in her breasts as she pressed them against his chest.
His voice was a quiet growl against her skin, the rush of his breath hot against her neck. He rose up more over her, pulled her hips against his, fingers slipping in beneath her underwear, and Maea whimpered softly, the hand not tangled in his hair sliding down his spine, to the small of his back. Playing with the waistband off his shorts, as her spine arched again, to grind herself against him.
"You," she answered, in a soft whimper. "I want you..."
His voice was a quiet growl against her skin, the rush of his breath hot against her neck. He rose up more over her, pulled her hips against his, fingers slipping in beneath her underwear, and Maea whimpered softly, the hand not tangled in his hair sliding down his spine, to the small of his back. Playing with the waistband off his shorts, as her spine arched again, to grind herself against him.
"You," she answered, in a soft whimper. "I want you..."
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
