You're so cold
but you feel alive
His voice was a dark vibration against her skin, deep enough to send shiver down her spine and pluck at some chords within that made her quite mushy. His hand slipping into her hair might've had something to do with it too. Quite without meaning to she arched her neck, leaning into the touch; little darting arrows of ticklish elation zipped from where his fingers moved across her scalp and sent goosebumps flaring up.
"Mmmh, that makes you a resourceful scoundrel," she murmured, "but no less wicked." Her eyes, reflecting the blue of the clear sky above, went to the leather strips as he held them uip. Widened a touch, having almost forgotten about them. She tried to snatch it from his hand, butterflies come to life within her at the way he smirked.
"Nothing useful, I'm sure," she tried to suggest, with a worried glint in her eyes... almost. She couldn't quite keep a nervous smile from her lips though - not sure if this had been a very good idea. He seemed... a little too keen on those ropes.
"Mmmh, that makes you a resourceful scoundrel," she murmured, "but no less wicked." Her eyes, reflecting the blue of the clear sky above, went to the leather strips as he held them uip. Widened a touch, having almost forgotten about them. She tried to snatch it from his hand, butterflies come to life within her at the way he smirked.
"Nothing useful, I'm sure," she tried to suggest, with a worried glint in her eyes... almost. She couldn't quite keep a nervous smile from her lips though - not sure if this had been a very good idea. He seemed... a little too keen on those ropes.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
