i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
He’s certainly taking his time, and with it the need and desperation begin to grow like a wildfire within her. Her stomach pools with warmth, skin hot beneath his touch as she roams her kisses up his jawline, seeking him out at the end of it. He shudders with her touch, and there’s a slight smirk that crosses her face as she breaks the hold she has on him, body pressed against his as he pulls her up into him. And her kisses grow more hungry as she drags those nails down, across the tattoos on his back to his hip, before partially shifting her hands into those claws, though duller than they otherwise would be.
She drags them up slowly, panting through her nose into the deep kiss he offers, her own tongue running along his lower lip in search of deepening it further. And when he grinds against her, there’s a vibrating moan that leaves her throat, back arching into the sensation as she tries to grind back into him, legs coming up to wrap around him. He goes to test the waters of how much she can handle, and he’d find out that she can handle quite a bit, prefers things to be a bit rougher, as evidenced by the way she tries to grind her hips into his hardness again in response to his test.
The claws drag up again to the base of his neck, one departing to drag through his short dark hair, sending a feeling down the bond that seems to scream ‘more’ but without actually saying it. She still doesn’t know, but gods how she wished to let him hear her in this moment.
She drags them up slowly, panting through her nose into the deep kiss he offers, her own tongue running along his lower lip in search of deepening it further. And when he grinds against her, there’s a vibrating moan that leaves her throat, back arching into the sensation as she tries to grind back into him, legs coming up to wrap around him. He goes to test the waters of how much she can handle, and he’d find out that she can handle quite a bit, prefers things to be a bit rougher, as evidenced by the way she tries to grind her hips into his hardness again in response to his test.
The claws drag up again to the base of his neck, one departing to drag through his short dark hair, sending a feeling down the bond that seems to scream ‘more’ but without actually saying it. She still doesn’t know, but gods how she wished to let him hear her in this moment.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
