honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
He is taut and he knows he isn’t going to last, not with how long it’s been. He tries not to let it bother him, though, given that she takes to him so well, surprisingly warm and slick and he finds himself locked with her legs buried deep in her. It’s enough to blur out everything else in his head, everything else but the primal need he’s been without. He nearly trembles with it as he hears her whisper, spurring him on more with rushed thrusts, deeper and deeper, before his head lifts and he keeps her hand pinned against the wall, metal hand rising and dragging along her body until his fingers curl at the nape of her neck.
His thumb lifts her chin, paired with a sloppy kiss to the corner of her mouth, before he’s pulled away slightly out of reach of her, smoldering eyes swallowed in desire. “Look at me, Isla.” There’s an almost bitten back demand in his tone, his rhythm slowing until she does look at him, and when he catches her gaze he readjusts how he’s standing and how she’s lined up to take him, so that he might bury his cock into her deeper than before, fighting against the tremble within him as he growls in his pleasure, pausing just as deep before his rhythm picks up quicker and deeper than before.
His thumb lifts her chin, paired with a sloppy kiss to the corner of her mouth, before he’s pulled away slightly out of reach of her, smoldering eyes swallowed in desire. “Look at me, Isla.” There’s an almost bitten back demand in his tone, his rhythm slowing until she does look at him, and when he catches her gaze he readjusts how he’s standing and how she’s lined up to take him, so that he might bury his cock into her deeper than before, fighting against the tremble within him as he growls in his pleasure, pausing just as deep before his rhythm picks up quicker and deeper than before.
VARUS
