Bastien
You will let me in.
and we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn't fathom existed.
and we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn't fathom existed.
With the connection between them, Bastien knew Rexanna felt the same way he did, overwhelmed by the intensity and warmth of the pleasure running through the both of them, via the bite. What a gift the ability was, even with it's price - in that moment, with Rexanna's hands on him and almost-delirious joy surging through his veins, he couldn't help but be grateful.
He hardly needed the encouragement; his hands tightening on her hips he felt her tense on him and was hardly going to last. He came with a groan, pushing himself up as deep inside her as he could. Taunt he balanced there for a second, caught in the rush of love and need and Rexanna - then he relaxed, panting as his hips came down and his fingers loosened on her hips, marks left by his grip.
With a breathy chuckle he reached up to stroke her hair fondly, his hand going along a strand then coming to stroke her jaw. He tried to think of something to say, some words to punctuate the silence or summarise what had just happened, but for once, Bastien was speechless, the only statement he was making the thrilled, spent smile on his lips.
And the sex? Well, it'll be off the charts.
