that doesn’t mean what you think it means

He grabbed her, driving himself in deeper and harder, and Vai let out a cry of raw pleasure at the sudden fullness of him, her siren song echoing through the trees. ”Zeph, fuck,” she panted, cheeks flushed as he leant back, and she happily took over her own pleasure, quite content to give him a show. Already she could feel the heat tightening in her lower belly, the huntress gazing down at him, eyes alight with a fae sort of wickedness. She bucked against him faster now, more urgently as her need for him rose; Zeph’s words only made partial sense, but fuck if she didn’t love hearing it, love watching the lust in his expression, the gruffness in his voice. ”Fuck, I’m close,” she moaned, reckless with it, arching and grinding into each thrust. vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe