honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
Truthfully he’s a bit less demanding than he would otherwise be, given the time to take things slow and prolong it. For now, though? In an effort to distract himself from his mind and drown himself in her, he’s incapable of prolonging it out. Especially, especially when he can feel her. All of her. The hand that fights against his own, playfully, and the way her legs grip him tightly. He’d have been a mess before now if it weren’t for the small fleck of control he has on himself.
It’s her eyes on him and the beg that slips from her lips that truly gets him to start breaking. With each deep thrust and groans and growls, he watches her with that same smoldering blue gaze, uttering a quiet “good girl,” among the rest of his panting and growls and groans. It’s his undoing, the way her fingers tighten in her hair, how he simply seems to press against her everywhere he can, how the hand at her throat twitches and whines with a mechanical purr. His regular arm releases her pinned arm to find her hip and pull her down to meet him when that tether snaps so suddenly it leaves him shuddering and gasping in the face of it, surging toward her to catch her in a deep, devouring kiss.
It’s her eyes on him and the beg that slips from her lips that truly gets him to start breaking. With each deep thrust and groans and growls, he watches her with that same smoldering blue gaze, uttering a quiet “good girl,” among the rest of his panting and growls and groans. It’s his undoing, the way her fingers tighten in her hair, how he simply seems to press against her everywhere he can, how the hand at her throat twitches and whines with a mechanical purr. His regular arm releases her pinned arm to find her hip and pull her down to meet him when that tether snaps so suddenly it leaves him shuddering and gasping in the face of it, surging toward her to catch her in a deep, devouring kiss.
VARUS
