I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet,
Marks and lines are drawn along his skin, a canvas already tattooed and scarred, as welts rise in addition to those already acquired. His kisses are met with her own, with her tongue, with the hot breath that dances and takes along her skin, growing progressively faster and harder with each passing section, wanting to lose himself in her and with her over and over again. A playful nip is given to the tip of her tongue, more deep, guttural groan panted back at her, squeezing and pinching at her chest.
He applies a bit more pressure to her shoulders, his other hand sliding up to cup her neck, the back of her head, his thumb pressing against the nerves along the side of her throat. And she dares to drift lower, taking those taunting sparking fingers lower, above the space but meeting the combination of their flesh. And he doesn’t, pause, doesn’t slow, not as she actually shocks the both of them. His body jolts with hers, a louder gasp leaving him as he lifts his head up from her, eyes dark and shadowed, gleaming with mischief.
Smirking down to her, he reaches for that hand then, placing it above her head and pinning it there with a very pantheresque growl leaving his throat. A challenge of her to try harder.
He applies a bit more pressure to her shoulders, his other hand sliding up to cup her neck, the back of her head, his thumb pressing against the nerves along the side of her throat. And she dares to drift lower, taking those taunting sparking fingers lower, above the space but meeting the combination of their flesh. And he doesn’t, pause, doesn’t slow, not as she actually shocks the both of them. His body jolts with hers, a louder gasp leaving him as he lifts his head up from her, eyes dark and shadowed, gleaming with mischief.
Smirking down to her, he reaches for that hand then, placing it above her head and pinning it there with a very pantheresque growl leaving his throat. A challenge of her to try harder.
sweetie, you had me
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
