your scars are my favorite part

KIADA

She nearly vibrates as he leaves his mark, hands tangled in his hair, pulling and tugging him closer to do what she wants. Unleashing the creature within her one wild heartbeat at a time. His hand travels up and caresses her breasts, while the other remains on his mark, while his mouth finally does what she’s been trying to get him to do all along. Goosebumps rise on her skin and her back arches slightly with the tenderness that leaves her wanting more.

For all her fire and ferocity, there’s a part of her that wants to be handled. And she seeks it out now as he spells with his tongue and enchants her – her moans a soft beat of a rhythm while he presses into her. Her hips move in response, driving his finger deeper, pressing harder into his tongue, while both hands find purchase in his hair, tight and begging for more. But ah, there’s something about this that’s lacking the most important part that she’s craving, and after a moment of growing tenser, she pushes up against him with a wicked smile. She focuses on removing the skirt he wears, so he’s all hers.

She pushes him down, then, taking that ferocity from before and channeling it into making sure he does what she wants. When his back is against the floor, she maneuvers herself on top of him, pinning his charmed hands on either side of his head. She leans down to press her lips against his own before her kisses trail down his own jaw to his neck, and she bites him hard, caressing the spot with her tongue as she leaves her own mark, her grip tight on his wrists as she presses her weight into it to keep him pinned. “My turn.” She breathes to him through a pant, straddling him to take the reins. She leans back down over him, a fiery kiss to his lips with a chaste playful bite, a hummed moan leaving her as she begins to pick up rhythm.

your girl is a soldier

and her mouth tastes like blood,

dust, fire, home, and battlefield