i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
It’s a dance of its own as she gives into those deep, wrestling kisses. And she doesn’t mind in the slightest as he unties her hair, leaning into the sensation as his hand grips her hair, a light and soft sound coloring her voice with it, though he wouldn’t hear it. He’d certainly feel the reaction it sparks in the attuned bone, the anticipation and pleasure it brings.
His tongue is hot as the breath that takes along the shell of her ear, and she hums with that sensation as well, tilting her head a small amount away from it to expose more of her neck, goosebumps rising along the expanse of skin, almost as if she’s asking for more. But his hand begins to trail and her own continue to stroke along the inside of his waistband as he presses closer to her, the groan leaving his lips sparking more of that fire. So her head tilts back a small amount, shifting her weight a small amount to lift her leg and rest it at his hip — opening herself up for him. The hand where her leg has lifted, lifts now to drag those nails along his skin up and up, hard enough to leave little red lines in their wake.
And when his palm ends at her breast, another soft sound buzzes through her, another spark of pleasure shot down the attuned bond directly at him, arching her back to fill his palm more with the ache that begins to grow within her. Her nipples are hard beneath the touch, her mind whirling with the spark of sensation as he explores, and gives him all the time to do so. Her body tells a story, after all, and rarely do people see the expanse of it all. He’d feel the scars on her back follow all the way to the thin pants she’s worn, feel it fan out to cover her lower back almost like a tattoo but not. He’d feel the way she practically melts into his touch, but too proud to beg for more. Not like he could hear her if she did.
His tongue is hot as the breath that takes along the shell of her ear, and she hums with that sensation as well, tilting her head a small amount away from it to expose more of her neck, goosebumps rising along the expanse of skin, almost as if she’s asking for more. But his hand begins to trail and her own continue to stroke along the inside of his waistband as he presses closer to her, the groan leaving his lips sparking more of that fire. So her head tilts back a small amount, shifting her weight a small amount to lift her leg and rest it at his hip — opening herself up for him. The hand where her leg has lifted, lifts now to drag those nails along his skin up and up, hard enough to leave little red lines in their wake.
And when his palm ends at her breast, another soft sound buzzes through her, another spark of pleasure shot down the attuned bond directly at him, arching her back to fill his palm more with the ache that begins to grow within her. Her nipples are hard beneath the touch, her mind whirling with the spark of sensation as he explores, and gives him all the time to do so. Her body tells a story, after all, and rarely do people see the expanse of it all. He’d feel the scars on her back follow all the way to the thin pants she’s worn, feel it fan out to cover her lower back almost like a tattoo but not. He’d feel the way she practically melts into his touch, but too proud to beg for more. Not like he could hear her if she did.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
