Isla
"I want you-- fuck--" Isla is both a ragdoll and a demon in his arms - melting against him and yet tense in all the right places, her hips rolling to help drive him in deeper with every thrust. She knows that he has to be the one capable of the effects that are draping themselves around the room, but there's enough doubt in the back of her mind to send a shiver of desperate anticipation up through the backs of her legs.
Moaning a note of surprise and delight as he hitches her up, she drapes her arms around his shoulders and is heedless to deny him what he demands. Faster it is, the Ascended burying her fingers in his curls, hissing out a breath as she picks up her pace. "Gods, Remi - I'm close--"
Moaning a note of surprise and delight as he hitches her up, she drapes her arms around his shoulders and is heedless to deny him what he demands. Faster it is, the Ascended burying her fingers in his curls, hissing out a breath as she picks up her pace. "Gods, Remi - I'm close--"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
