Isla
"Remi--" Is it a plea or an encouragement? Isla's mind is still alight with the chemical cocktail, and the answer to that question is as much of a mess as the two of them are becoming, tangled around each other like two clutching teenagers. But Remi holds her closer, his words rumbling through her in a way that has her hips rolling forward against the arousal she can already feel pressing between them. "Remi, I-- fuck--" Heedless to resist it, Isla is already leaning in again before her mind can tell her to stop.
She bites down hard, another bruising mark joining the first with only inches between them, and if anything the second wave is more intense than that which came before it. Moaning into the sensation and feeling her body become alive beneath his hands, Isla is fumbling, tugging at his clothes as if she might get more of him that way.
She bites down hard, another bruising mark joining the first with only inches between them, and if anything the second wave is more intense than that which came before it. Moaning into the sensation and feeling her body become alive beneath his hands, Isla is fumbling, tugging at his clothes as if she might get more of him that way.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
