Paradise Found

Kalt I say goodbye to my weakness, So long to the regret, and now I see the world through diamond eyes.     Kalt smirked into her lips. He gripped her side just slightly more firmly when her back arched, forcing her even harder against him. Her fingers dug into his skin, and he breathed her in strongly, listening to her with barely contained hunger. He knew her body better than he sometimes thought he knew his own. He studied her, memorized each and every tell, and it served them both well in pain and pleasure.     As she began moving on his fingers, he pushed and pulled, moving with her desires, until he could feel the palpable tension building within her. A slow grin spread over his lips, as he slid his hand back out from inside of her clothing. His eyes were burning with intensity as he looked at her, seeing what he was denying her at that moment and getting drunk on her never subtle reactions. Kalt pressed his lips to hers once more, then lowered himself in front of her, dragging her pants down with him, exposing her completely. He looked up at her with that same wicked smile, as he leaned forward, kissing along the inside of her thigh and practically tearing open the ties of his own pants.     He rose to his feet once again, slowly that time, his hand sliding along the back of her leg and lifting it carefully, his body pressed against hers. Kalt grinned, his chest rising and falling deeply, as he freed himself, only to be trapped so soon again within her.     A quiet groan escaped from the back of his throat as he buried himself inside of her, his lips claiming hers just briefly. His mouth easily moved to her neck, as his hand gripped underneath her thigh. He felt as though he was racing against his own muscles as his knees threatened to buckled. She was... Gods, he was entirely intoxicated just in her presence, but now?     All thoughts of the past left his mind. All thought in general was absent, as he become lost completely in everything that was her. His senses felt amplified ten-fold, feeling her through every determined movement, her skin against his, the pushing, pulling, grinding unity in that moment, and he swore that there was no one, nothing in any of the worlds that could match the feeling of being with her. The raw passion... The tension that built between them - intimately or not - was something unable to be faked. There was a heat that radiated from simple eye contact and one that absolutely burst when they were together. Fucking hells, he missed her.