DEIMOS
Nothing gentle, dulcet, delicate, or light thereafter, all wilderness, all savagery, all maelstroms, all mayhem. Tempted, enticed, inveigled, sworn and done in, every ounce and undulation of his might, of his potency, rippling through accord of muscles and mass; turning entirely towards her now, a bastion, rumbles of predacious expanse in his chest. Motions of heat and carnality, rapacity and ruin, threatening to take and devour, to consume and ravage until they were naught left but satisfied, contented bones and flesh. He heard her growl of possession and seared, everything hot and molten, crescendos of beating hearts bursting; tongue intending to slide between her lips, sink in amongst fangs and vehemence. Breaths passed in fanning waves, billowing in guttural grasps and groans, escaping through their mouths, in the spaces of sighs and ferocity.
Minor shifts and alterations in their stances, and he intended to push, to lure, her form until she was at the back of the tub, braced along the sides, hooked into her hold; no intentions of evading. Caught and clutched, his hands maneuvered with raw power – what were once promises and convictions embedded, immersed, in vehemence, in rage, in contempt, were presently marked for consuming, for smoldering, for inching them closer and closer towards brinks of oblivion. They etched over scales, not whispers but roars, starting their outlines from her neck, to her shoulders, down the length of her arms while their mouths possessed one another’s. The paths only ceased their trail when they reached the outline of ribs, the slight swell of her breasts, teasing, taunting, lips inching away from hers only to traverse and enrapture her neck.
Except he paused, momentarily, at the brimming of flame on an exhale – to muffle a bout of laughter into the crook of her nape and shoulder – before teeth sought out the juncture too, wanted her wanting, shaking, unraveling. In response, in accord, the water around them billowed and warped, rising up along the sides of the tub, enveloping, as if they were entanglements of broad shields, droplets held together above their heads, drawn in makeshift ramparts, closing in them in from nothing and everything all at once.
Minor shifts and alterations in their stances, and he intended to push, to lure, her form until she was at the back of the tub, braced along the sides, hooked into her hold; no intentions of evading. Caught and clutched, his hands maneuvered with raw power – what were once promises and convictions embedded, immersed, in vehemence, in rage, in contempt, were presently marked for consuming, for smoldering, for inching them closer and closer towards brinks of oblivion. They etched over scales, not whispers but roars, starting their outlines from her neck, to her shoulders, down the length of her arms while their mouths possessed one another’s. The paths only ceased their trail when they reached the outline of ribs, the slight swell of her breasts, teasing, taunting, lips inching away from hers only to traverse and enrapture her neck.
Except he paused, momentarily, at the brimming of flame on an exhale – to muffle a bout of laughter into the crook of her nape and shoulder – before teeth sought out the juncture too, wanted her wanting, shaking, unraveling. In response, in accord, the water around them billowed and warped, rising up along the sides of the tub, enveloping, as if they were entanglements of broad shields, droplets held together above their heads, drawn in makeshift ramparts, closing in them in from nothing and everything all at once.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
