[God Quest] a stream too shallow

And oh, she needn't the ability to read his thoughts to know how well and truly ensnared he was. That pleased her more than any thrust of his hips might, for despite all he had experienced with her today, the core of Safrin was not mortal. She was, as all of us are, our flaws, and her most gravest of them was certainly her vanity. Her need to be needed, her desire to dominate in hearts and minds, her absolute demand to be loved above all else. And so it was that as her legs twined against his hips and upper legs like stripes on a candycane, that she pulled back with a breathless gasp. Pinned between cool white marble and the heat of Ronin, Safrin tightened her hold on him—physically, emotionally and mentally—and looked at him with a longing that was as beautiful as it was devastatingly dangerous. Ronin would be close now, and if he thought it was willpower alone keeping him from the precipice of his need, he was sorely mistaken. Trapped in a web of her making, eager as any fly, Safrin held him there, legs taught against him as her hips gyrated a painfully slow rhythm. His orgasm would rumble like a thunderstorm, the smell of it in the air and crackling all around, and yet held off just for now. "Say you want me, more than anyone else." She whispered, her tongue trailing a line behind his jaw to his ear, where she exhaled a warm breath. The pressure at the base of his spine would be dizzying now, the waves of it rippling up into his core like an explosion whose shockwaves have not yet quite begun to form. "Say you love me more than anyone else." Her body, like pure starlight made corporeal, writhed against him. Light, made flesh just for him. The divine, made mortal just for him. A boy made a man in her arms, whispers of pleasure the height of which he'd never achieved before promised in the touch of her fingers and her hot breath in his ear, if only he'd say the words. Safrin