Paradise Found

ashe All the dreams that I’m chasing break my heart then replace it. love is all that I have, so let me love who I want Kalt's fingers moved expertly, sure and brazen, straight through the core of her. He kept her pressed harder against him, dragging a groan from deep in her throat. His hand pushed exactly where she wanted, fingers pulled, and her hips writhed against him, feeling him. Gods, oh gods, she couldn’t breathe, she could only whimper, but his lips remained on hers like he could devour the sound. Close, close, so close– He drew his hand away, broke their kiss, and Ashe let out a sharp sound of frustration as she was denied release. ”Prick,” she gasped with her frustration, round eyes burning with lust turned up at him. Her entire body trembled, writhed against him with a certain kind of desperation, but the satisfaction in his stare was enough to make her hold, to watch him, to wait for him. He kissed her again, and she swore she would melt completely, but he was sinking down, the rest of her clothing going with him. She kept her eyes on him, her chest rising higher and falling further as he exposed her entirely to him. He remained poised there with a grin that was nothing short of wicked and dark, as if he had all the time in the world. She felt her skin flush under his eyes, knowing full well the evidence of what he pulled from her was on display, but then his lips moved against her inner thigh, drawing a barely controlled and high gasp from her. Bastard–torturous, rutting bastard– Kalt gripped her leg firmly, raising it carefully and slowly with him as he stood before her, against her. His smile drew a low and frustrated growl from her chest. She swore every nerve was on fire, her center entirely oversensitive, and she swore she couldn't breathe. Her head dropped back as the hardness of him pushed against her, and she ground her hips into him, needing to move herself against him, to do anything to ease the building ache between her legs. ”Kalt,” she pleaded, her fingers digging roughly into his shoulders. She needed him, all of him – she was going to explode into starfire and storms – Kalt sheathed himself in her, and she would have cried out if his lips had not claimed the sound from her mouth. And so, she burst apart in sparks, blues and golds flaring across her bare body, her skin, across Kalt with warm and tingling touches. That she drew sound from him at all spurred her on, and with his mouth to her vulnerable throat.. At the first grinding movement into her, she groaned and echoed the movement, full and pushing deeply. Just then, nothing else mattered. There was this, forged together as Kalt expertly manipulated her body until she moaned against his neck. There overflow of desperate, demanding tension with every grinding movement, and she wanted more of him, all of him. She gasped in a whisper into his ear as he pushed into her, her hand rising to tangle into his hair as her bare chest arced against his - his skin to hers.. With each passionate, rolling thrust, she forgot that she was a broken assassin and that she had a separate body and a dark past or uncertain future.