save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
His kiss breaks from her lips, to trail along her jaw to the other side of her neck, the one that had been a small amount less loved than before — nipping and biting at her as he keeps her pinned beneath him, keeps a quick and fast pace of driving himself into her as much as he can, and with it he can feel the fire and electricity blossom from his abdomen, burning and pulsing like a thunderstorm rolling down the hills of a valley.
He brings her up to meet him better, muscles clenching as she wraps her legs around him tight to keep him close, and he growls against her skin with the feeling, using her as an anchor and diving in with her. But he can feel her try to press against the restraint, and he bites at the place where her neck and shoulder connect, keeping her pinned before kissing the bruise he’s sure he’s left her. “Jy gaan nêrens heen nie.” He growls, not realizing he’s slipped back into his native tongue, not caring. The result and demand in his voice projects it all the same.
She’s not going anywhere.
He pulls her into him again, the muscles of his back trembling and twitching with the sensation as he continues to bite to pin her down, applying the pressure of his hand onto her with his claws sinking further into the bedding and the sand. The hand that has pulled her close drifts again, possessive and touchy, grasping at her as if he didn’t she’d melt away beneath his touch, rising up to meet her chest again as he drifts his head lower from her neck her chest to take hold of one side while his hand plays with the other.
He brings her up to meet him better, muscles clenching as she wraps her legs around him tight to keep him close, and he growls against her skin with the feeling, using her as an anchor and diving in with her. But he can feel her try to press against the restraint, and he bites at the place where her neck and shoulder connect, keeping her pinned before kissing the bruise he’s sure he’s left her. “Jy gaan nêrens heen nie.” He growls, not realizing he’s slipped back into his native tongue, not caring. The result and demand in his voice projects it all the same.
She’s not going anywhere.
He pulls her into him again, the muscles of his back trembling and twitching with the sensation as he continues to bite to pin her down, applying the pressure of his hand onto her with his claws sinking further into the bedding and the sand. The hand that has pulled her close drifts again, possessive and touchy, grasping at her as if he didn’t she’d melt away beneath his touch, rising up to meet her chest again as he drifts his head lower from her neck her chest to take hold of one side while his hand plays with the other.
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
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.
