AmaLIa
shield of safrin
Challenges made, accepted, and thoroughly countered: it's a time honored game, and one he always wins. Impatient and irrational she stands no chance; if he does not respond with passion it falls for her to do so, desire erupting in a heart groan as his lips trace down her neck.
Distracted from her taunting by the simple pleasure of his touch, Amalia lets out another moan as she rises up again. Without much thought the page picks up again, her desire obvious in the sway of her hips, the way her breath hitches in gasps. More than anything she wants to make him feel good, and her body begs him to allow it, to be used to bring him to the edge and careening in free-fall off.
It doesn't hurt that his hand is on her inner thigh - well, doesn't hurt his cause. For her it is just another distraction from her game, another reason for her hands to tighten on his shoulder. She bows her head and hides her neck, instead pressing her face to his, nose alongside nose, lips gracing and nipping upon his as she growls her lust low in her chest.
Distracted from her taunting by the simple pleasure of his touch, Amalia lets out another moan as she rises up again. Without much thought the page picks up again, her desire obvious in the sway of her hips, the way her breath hitches in gasps. More than anything she wants to make him feel good, and her body begs him to allow it, to be used to bring him to the edge and careening in free-fall off.
It doesn't hurt that his hand is on her inner thigh - well, doesn't hurt his cause. For her it is just another distraction from her game, another reason for her hands to tighten on his shoulder. She bows her head and hides her neck, instead pressing her face to his, nose alongside nose, lips gracing and nipping upon his as she growls her lust low in her chest.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
