REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
Her fingers make quick work of the corset, pulling the lace out until she can pull it away – promptly onto the floor to become disregarded until later. When she finished with that, her hands returned to him, her fingers on one hand tangling in his hair, the other hand dragging her nails along his neck as though it’s an indicator of the sharpness in her belly, the waiting. His hands make their way to her hips and pull her closer, and she continues her grind, back arching as his fingers traced along the inside of her thighs. A shiver rakes down her spine, allowing another soft whimper to leave her lips.He slides off her underclothes, and her body shivers when he touches her. Her lips find his own before she breaks off again to kiss along his jawbone, pressing herself against his fingers as she hears him speak through her panting. She sits back, ever so slightly as he presses a kiss against her neck, her head tilts upward “Gods, Bastien…” She moans his name softly as he pushes a finger inside her. Her legs and hips have begun to tremble, and despite it all when he grazes her neck and asks her if it’s enough, she wants to try and prolong it further, but she can’t. The Ascended bites are perfect for getting almost there, and it never takes as long for her as usual. Especially not now, as Bastien's a performer and has chosen her to be his instrument.
She whimpers more, an agreement that he’s doing more than enough, pushing into him harder and faster until there’s a thin layer of sweat that beads down her body illuminating her silhouette by reflecting the moonlight. The sweat doesn’t stay, it never does – she has Frey to thank for that. She, then, looks down to him, right before the wave of her orgasm begins to crash, and she uses her arms to pull him close as she can into herself and her chest before her lips meet his in an almost wild and untamed fury, the noises that leave her lips grow muffled by his own, and she finishes hard and strong against him.
Her head lowers to meet his forehead, and her sapphire gaze sparks happiness and love as she tries to look into his dark gaze and catch her breath, though her hips continue to move ever so slightly to finish her off despite her legs trembling still. “I love you, too.” She’s breathless, but she smiles wide – forgetting the stress of the last few days in light of the happiness they share with one another; forgetting the slight smear of blood along both their faces and her arms. To anyone else, it might look gruesome, and yet in the right ethereal moonlit night, Rexanna's magic works wonders. She's striking, sitting atop Bastien, shirtless and wild-like with nothing but the faint blueish white glow to encompass them.
but you were always gold to me
