your scars are my favorite part

KIADA

She purrs on him, riding out the wave with gasps and moans of pleasure, and when she crashes she can feel him close too, shattering onto and into him, she gasps when he bucks his hips into hers and she rocks with him. And there’s a primal feeling within her as she can feel him cum, a light pleased smile on the corner of her lips as she rides it out with him before she releases his wrists and tries to catch her breath. He moves just enough to cause another sharp gasp to leave her lips as her legs tremble around him and her icy gaze softens as she looks to him when he sits up toward her.

A breathless hum of a laugh leaves her lips and she leans forward just enough to capture him in a decidedly long, smoldering kiss, before she removes herself from him, rolling onto her side momentarily while she gathers her wits about her. “I have a name Mzuri.” She tells him matter of fact, a smirk dancing on her pale features. “Kiada.” She adds with a wink before she sits up to regard him, the light filtering in and illuminating the scars that adorn her sides and her shoulders, many akin to puncture wounds along her spine outside the stripe of the burn marks. But none are quite so deep and discolored as the X on her neck as she pulls her hair over to her other shoulder and reaches forward to run her hands through his longer dark hair, a brow raised and expectant to receive his own.

your girl is a soldier

and her mouth tastes like blood,

dust, fire, home, and battlefield