You're so cold
but you feel alive
Her answer was a soft prayer of voice colored breath against his lips as she melted into the kiss, into his touch, floated away on his rising tide. So gentle, she knew he would stop if she told him to, if she hesitated, if she gave any indication at all that this wasn't what she wanted but Gods, it really was. Wrong or right or utter madness, it didn't matter. She didn't care anymore, didn't want to think beyond this. single. moment.
He was hungry and she was starving, lips parting willingly to invite him in, tongue lapping at his mouth to taste him, breathe him. I want you too.
The world shrank to single points of awareness, where his mouth connected with hers, where his hand rested on her hip, where her fingers tightened in his hair to pull him in even further, crush herself against him. If the waters cooled around them, if the magic slipped out of her grasp as her attention strayed, she didn't even notice.
Giving in was a wonderful feeling. Like the warm buzz of alcohol in the blood, only better.
Sweeter.
I love you.
But if she ever said that again, he would surely run away and never come back. So the girl let her body do the talking instead. It was a language he understood.
He was hungry and she was starving, lips parting willingly to invite him in, tongue lapping at his mouth to taste him, breathe him. I want you too.
The world shrank to single points of awareness, where his mouth connected with hers, where his hand rested on her hip, where her fingers tightened in his hair to pull him in even further, crush herself against him. If the waters cooled around them, if the magic slipped out of her grasp as her attention strayed, she didn't even notice.
Giving in was a wonderful feeling. Like the warm buzz of alcohol in the blood, only better.
Sweeter.
I love you.
But if she ever said that again, he would surely run away and never come back. So the girl let her body do the talking instead. It was a language he understood.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
