Honey, these arms that once held you are ready to fight
If the bite for him feels anything like it does for her, there is simply no room for things like fear and trepidation. There is only the sizzle of nerve-endings, the abrupt flashburn of heat between her legs, and the overwhelming surge of pleasure that leaves her dizzy and distracted. She may notice the lack of an extra pair of hands perhaps, but they have never been a necessity for her to enjoy Nate in this way. There is no pulling back or request for him to withdraw. As willing a victim as a naive lamb to slaughter when it comes to giving him his fill of her blood, and as trusting as a pious man basking in the love of their god, sure that he will take what he needs without harming her in the process.
Preternaturally smooth hands skim up her back and she arches into the touch willingly, gasping when his teeth release seconds later. Knees already softened and thighs trembling, Hotaru twists easily onto her back as he lowers her to the bed. Buried in cloth and fur and with eyes only for the fire in his own. His voice, and the words that are shaped in it, caress as firmly as his hands against her skin. Her heart rabbits, a flush of something far more potent than pleasure lighting up her skin in hues of red and pink. "I love you too," she whispers in the dark, a guiding light to bring him back in to her gentle shores where they both might find respite from the storm.
There is no time to find his hand and hold tight. Instead there is the lukewarm ghost of his breath, the feeling of quick-chilled blood being smeared from his lips to her skin, and then there is nothing more as it all bleeds away beneath a second bite. This one brings her over the cusp into the orgasm the first had threatened, and she cries out in sharp staccato as her thighs clench together and her head thumps back against the pillows. There is no chill as he pushes her shirt up, skin far too hot in the wake of her pleasure to feel the spring air in any way. One hand gripping the sheets until the knuckles go white, the other reaches with trembling fingers to find the back of his neck and squeeze. Encouraging, yes, but needing to ground herself as well amidst the rock and swell of pleasure.
Preternaturally smooth hands skim up her back and she arches into the touch willingly, gasping when his teeth release seconds later. Knees already softened and thighs trembling, Hotaru twists easily onto her back as he lowers her to the bed. Buried in cloth and fur and with eyes only for the fire in his own. His voice, and the words that are shaped in it, caress as firmly as his hands against her skin. Her heart rabbits, a flush of something far more potent than pleasure lighting up her skin in hues of red and pink. "I love you too," she whispers in the dark, a guiding light to bring him back in to her gentle shores where they both might find respite from the storm.
There is no time to find his hand and hold tight. Instead there is the lukewarm ghost of his breath, the feeling of quick-chilled blood being smeared from his lips to her skin, and then there is nothing more as it all bleeds away beneath a second bite. This one brings her over the cusp into the orgasm the first had threatened, and she cries out in sharp staccato as her thighs clench together and her head thumps back against the pillows. There is no chill as he pushes her shirt up, skin far too hot in the wake of her pleasure to feel the spring air in any way. One hand gripping the sheets until the knuckles go white, the other reaches with trembling fingers to find the back of his neck and squeeze. Encouraging, yes, but needing to ground herself as well amidst the rock and swell of pleasure.
HOTARU
