we live in a world someone else imagined
Gods, what was he waiting for? The purr in his ear draws out a needy grumble in response, words that are groaned against her neck, and his hand slips away to clasp the outside of her thigh to give it a playful squeeze. His agreement comes in the capturing of her lips anew, hitching her leg up that he might press closer, finding her hot and slick and ready. Ronin wastes no further time, rocking his hips forward to slip inside her, hissing in a breath and pinning her back against the door in earnest.
His strokes are slow and deep at first, as if to savour everything about a moment not looked for but sorely needed, until eventually his other hand drops to her hip, hitching her up so she might wrap her legs around his waist. "Fuck," he breathes against her skin, driving himself in harder, clearly not intending to waste any time.
His strokes are slow and deep at first, as if to savour everything about a moment not looked for but sorely needed, until eventually his other hand drops to her hip, hitching her up so she might wrap her legs around his waist. "Fuck," he breathes against her skin, driving himself in harder, clearly not intending to waste any time.
the dark star
