I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet,
Gods he could get lost in the sounds leaving her lips, in the way she makes him vibrate beneath her. Her fingernails leave goosebumps in their wake, and his hips push up against her off of instinct alone as she gasps in her surprise, gazing down at him with those captivating dual toned eyes. Steel like his, and jade, and he smirks devilishly up at her as her neck exposes again and a moan slips from her lips. She tells him he looks like he’s at her mercy, and she’s not entirely wrong. His arm remains trapped against the headboard while her hands are free to roam, free to paint along him and get him to move with her, against her, for her. But he doesn’t expect her to rise, not entirely, and as she slams herself back down onto him, his hand tightens in her hair. “Ah fuck.” A moan leaving him as he rocks with her then, head tilting back against the pillows momentarily with her movements.
He’s breathless now, delighted by the change of plans, thrusting up into her once again as he focuses on her through the daze she’s created, body lifting up toward her to taunt. But he can’t quite reach her entirely, and so he nips at what he can get, her chest. Her threat has him somewhat obeying, a rogue curl to his lip as he leans back once more against the blankets, his free hand releasing from her hair to trail down her side, nails digging in until he reaches her hip, pushing her down to drive himself deep within her again, a groan leaving him again. “Depends, how much more magic do you have in those fingers of yours?” A challenging gleam to his eye.
He’s breathless now, delighted by the change of plans, thrusting up into her once again as he focuses on her through the daze she’s created, body lifting up toward her to taunt. But he can’t quite reach her entirely, and so he nips at what he can get, her chest. Her threat has him somewhat obeying, a rogue curl to his lip as he leans back once more against the blankets, his free hand releasing from her hair to trail down her side, nails digging in until he reaches her hip, pushing her down to drive himself deep within her again, a groan leaving him again. “Depends, how much more magic do you have in those fingers of yours?” A challenging gleam to his eye.
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.
