Her encouragement isn't necessary but gods if it doesn't make things even better, and Fox hisses in a breath through his teeth as her fingers thread through his wet hair, as her body arches and braces against his efforts. "Fuck," he whispers, unable to help himself; the surge of possessive need and the promise of yawning ecstasy make him regrettably late to pleasure Kiada properly, but he does his best to make up for it.
One hand slips around and between her legs to tease against her clit, his head turning to press teeth and tongue to the side of her neck. His fingers roll in time with his hips, and to say that it's a race to the finish would be an understatement. Already Fox can feel his release almost clawing up the back of his throat and plunging deep into the pit of his stomach, and it's not a call he can resist.
One hand slips around and between her legs to tease against her clit, his head turning to press teeth and tongue to the side of her neck. His fingers roll in time with his hips, and to say that it's a race to the finish would be an understatement. Already Fox can feel his release almost clawing up the back of his throat and plunging deep into the pit of his stomach, and it's not a call he can resist.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
