— we can hide in the cover of the storm
He realizes soon that he could likely move her in any direction, that she wouldn’t care, would likely prefer it to an extent. So he moves her, adjusts her, groans with her when she moans as he slips into her and she bucks against him to adjust and ask for more. Game on, he supposes, keeping the one hand pinned, his other braces himself as he nips at her lower lip, and begins in a steady pace. “Very good.” He growls to her, something far more feline in the sound than ever before.
He can feel her mold herself around him, shift her hips to better adjust for him, and he smirks to that into the kiss he gives her, long and deep as the hand that had braced himself goes to tangle in her blond hair, to tug at it as his lips trail down onto her neck again, leaving sharp bites and soft kisses in his wake, in time with each deep and ever quickening thrust, a pant leaving his lips. He wants to hear and savor each sound that leaves her.
He can feel her mold herself around him, shift her hips to better adjust for him, and he smirks to that into the kiss he gives her, long and deep as the hand that had braced himself goes to tangle in her blond hair, to tug at it as his lips trail down onto her neck again, leaving sharp bites and soft kisses in his wake, in time with each deep and ever quickening thrust, a pant leaving his lips. He wants to hear and savor each sound that leaves her.
you're the lightning, and I'll soon be gone —
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
