she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
Can he hear her heartbeat speeding up as the space between their faces closes; can he feel her thunderous, wondering abandon, the adoration burning behind her closed eyes? The heat of his lips is fire and ice, burning and healing simultaneously; she slips her tongue in, hungry and feverish, wanting all she can have now the bulwarks have broken. Fingers knot tighter into his hair, yearning, taking, careless for who may see or what they may think- all she knows is him.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
At last she stops to take a breath, drawing away, releasing her grip- only enough to let the air in, never enough that he might escape. Deimos, her voice for him alone, more intimate than whispers, soul speaking to soul. Smiling, drawing back, suddenly shy, she turns dark eyes up to his handsome face. "I have something for you. Do you want it now?"
The clear anticipation and anxiety in her voice expresses just how eagerly she wants him to want it, how dearly she hopes it will not be in vain.
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
