Isla
The warm up from the attention he's lavished upon her isn't wasted, and though Isla doesn't need any breath, she's still fighting for it as she arches and bucks against him. It feels as though all parts of her are on fire but in a way that burns wonderfully, and she moans her encouragement, heedless of whoever could be walking by outside. "Cal--" she manages - barely - as she finally feels herself crest over the edge of her orgasm.
Tensing around him, Isla rides out her climax with fingers tipped with blades, with her fangs pressed against his neck, though she somehow resists the urge to bite down. It would be wonderful, undoubtedly, but given the power they both carry, it probably wouldn't be advisable.
Tensing around him, Isla rides out her climax with fingers tipped with blades, with her fangs pressed against his neck, though she somehow resists the urge to bite down. It would be wonderful, undoubtedly, but given the power they both carry, it probably wouldn't be advisable.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
