no vacancy

You're so cold

but you feel alive

It could easily have become rough, painful or frightening. His lust was so intense and Maea felt overwhelmed by it, helpless under his greedy grasping hands and devouring mouth. But she found that she enjoyed it, all of it. The sharpness of his his thrusts, the almost painfully intense bursts of lightning they sent through her, even the actual pain as he bit her neck. The rough growling words were lightning that struck deep into the core of her being, and though she didn't know the language she understood the meaning.

Ha. As if she actually wanted him to let go.

It was a far cry from their first joining in the sand. This was closer to a mating, a true claiming, driving the bond between them so deep and true that it would take something truly terrible to break it. Maea's hands roamed over his body, his torso and shoulders, grasped the swelling muscles of his back and held on, letting him take her, maker her his. His mouth found her breast, his hand the other, and she bit back a cry of relish at the intense surge of pleasure that shot through her at the attention. She gave him everything, took all he offered and held it close. With each thrust she was brought closer to that edge, and she was willing, so eager to go, let herself be pushed over.

But oh, she didn't want it to end either.

lay your hands on me

one last time

MAEA