Isla
It's through hooded eyes that Isla gazes down at Cal, predator meeting predator in a clash that she can't help but savour. With a flex of her legs she feels like she can probably pin him down against her, and the thought has a whisper of a fanged smile flickering across her face. But then of course he turns up the heat, dragging a gasp from her throat as her head tilts back into the pillows.
"Gods, Cal - I want you to fuck me," she growls softly, toes curling at the sensation of not enough that is still traitorously bringing her so close to the edge. She wants to feel him all over her, wants to drag them both into the abyss of pleasure before their minds catch up with them too much.
"Gods, Cal - I want you to fuck me," she growls softly, toes curling at the sensation of not enough that is still traitorously bringing her so close to the edge. She wants to feel him all over her, wants to drag them both into the abyss of pleasure before their minds catch up with them too much.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
