You're so cold
but you feel alive
You're mine.
Had she not already loved him, she would have fallen for him then. Finally, finally here was someone who wanted her, who craved her, who needed her if only just for a night. It was all she had wanted, all she ever needed and even as he leaned in to devour her, the girl smiled against his mouth, deliriously happy to be his. To be claimed.
Sunjata became that dark god of sea and sand, rborn to cover her again. Raw, wanton and demanding, his hands grew less tender and more decisive, strokes firming. Maea responded in kind, relinquishing what restraints she still held on herself. The moans deepened into her throat, body pressing back into him. Still small, still supple and breakable but oh, so willing to risk it. His hand on her hip raised her up, brought her harder into him and she raised her knees up to wrap them around his hips, locking him in place, hauling him in even more.
That hand pinning her wrist down was a bond of electricity, and she struggled against it, relishing the realization that she couldn't get loose, that he was not letting her go. It was all kinds of incredible, brought the thrill of the joining to an entirely new height... and it showed through, on her face. In the eyes, so wide and hazy with lust, with greed as she watched him ravage her.
Had she not already loved him, she would have fallen for him then. Finally, finally here was someone who wanted her, who craved her, who needed her if only just for a night. It was all she had wanted, all she ever needed and even as he leaned in to devour her, the girl smiled against his mouth, deliriously happy to be his. To be claimed.
Sunjata became that dark god of sea and sand, rborn to cover her again. Raw, wanton and demanding, his hands grew less tender and more decisive, strokes firming. Maea responded in kind, relinquishing what restraints she still held on herself. The moans deepened into her throat, body pressing back into him. Still small, still supple and breakable but oh, so willing to risk it. His hand on her hip raised her up, brought her harder into him and she raised her knees up to wrap them around his hips, locking him in place, hauling him in even more.
That hand pinning her wrist down was a bond of electricity, and she struggled against it, relishing the realization that she couldn't get loose, that he was not letting her go. It was all kinds of incredible, brought the thrill of the joining to an entirely new height... and it showed through, on her face. In the eyes, so wide and hazy with lust, with greed as she watched him ravage her.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
