You're so cold
but you feel alive
It was bliss. Ecstasy, a feeling beyond anything. Maea knew now why she'd feared this, why she had shied away from him in the beginning. It was overwhelming and so very deeply intimate. A treasure, yes, and a gift beyond value, but it was also dangerous. Something to cut yourself on, drown in, destroy yourself with. What would she have been now, if she'd given in to him that day on the river? No doubt he'd already wanted her then, and she'd felt the tug, the allure of him as well... but it wouldn't have been like this. Not for her. Maybe not for him either.
He moved, settled in, found a rhythm, and the girl found that what she'd thought of as the height of bliss was nothing. Just another step up the ladder. Caught by his arms, held by him, she responded to his rhythm and moved in harmony with him, welcoming him back with each thrust. He growled at her, praised her, and the tone in his voice made her melt. She answered by clamping her teeth down on his shoulder again, dragging her teeth along the skin. Nipping, licking the hurt away, until his own skin began to bruise. It felt like she was feasting on him, and the hunger for more was insatiable. Oh, she understood the allure now, could see why he sought this, didn't want to give it up, but Maea didn't want to give him up now either. Not to anyone.
Much as he claimed her, she tried to mark him as hers; raking her fingers through his hair, kissing his mouth, his face, anything she could reach. Surrounded him with her own taste and scent and feel, so that he would never be able to forget her. If he was predatory and demanding, she was possessive, hungry, needy for more. Her hands found the horns sprouted from his head and she reached for them, grabbed hold and pulled him down to her by them, to crush her mouth to his and hold him there as they moved together.
She didn't want it to end.
He moved, settled in, found a rhythm, and the girl found that what she'd thought of as the height of bliss was nothing. Just another step up the ladder. Caught by his arms, held by him, she responded to his rhythm and moved in harmony with him, welcoming him back with each thrust. He growled at her, praised her, and the tone in his voice made her melt. She answered by clamping her teeth down on his shoulder again, dragging her teeth along the skin. Nipping, licking the hurt away, until his own skin began to bruise. It felt like she was feasting on him, and the hunger for more was insatiable. Oh, she understood the allure now, could see why he sought this, didn't want to give it up, but Maea didn't want to give him up now either. Not to anyone.
Much as he claimed her, she tried to mark him as hers; raking her fingers through his hair, kissing his mouth, his face, anything she could reach. Surrounded him with her own taste and scent and feel, so that he would never be able to forget her. If he was predatory and demanding, she was possessive, hungry, needy for more. Her hands found the horns sprouted from his head and she reached for them, grabbed hold and pulled him down to her by them, to crush her mouth to his and hold him there as they moved together.
She didn't want it to end.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
