BASTIEN
you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face
Bastien let out a happy sigh tinged with amusement as Rexanna came to straddle him. So proper in the right company, but so willing to engage with him like this; she really was perfect. Her hands took control and he tipped his head back to smile fondly at her through half-lidded eyes. The way he could feel the blood on her fingers make his skin slick, the sudden bite on his neck (drawing a moan under his breath) - he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her closer.your grace is wasted in your face
She didn't need to clarify her whimper, Bastien's hands trailing down her thighs then turning to trace along the insides, light fingers until he was under her skirts and reached to pull down her underclothes. Teasingly he ran a finger over her, felt how wet she was, slowly and in circles, as he whispered to her words of love, of truth: "I love you, Rexanna, most beautiful woman I have ever known..."'
As he leaned in to press a kiss against her neck, he pushed a finger inside her, his thumb going to push at her clit at the same time. "Tell me darling, is this enough?" He asked against her skin, teeth just grazing.
your boldness stands alone
among the wreck
among the wreck
