i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
He growls, a response that has her smirking against the kiss as he pushes her down, pinning her there and she really begins to burn with it, a chime of a laugh leaving her throat now that he’s finally understanding that she can handle whatever he gives her. His hand remains at her shoulder as he rises above her, smirking down, and her own gaze is hooded and shadowed with that devouring need as she peers back up at him, head tilting back, the expanse of her throat open — a predator playing with another, offering the most vulnerable places for grabs.
And he kisses her long and deep then before moving down, heart thundering in her chest as she pants to try and catch it when he pauses at her breasts, a light whimper leaving her with it. She needs relief now and she’d do anything he wanted to get it. But he’d told her to wait, in that soft kiss granted, in the way her body shifts beneath him to supplement rather than detract.
She watches him, with those glazed glacial eyes, burning as his hand trails lower to the pants she wears, pressing his fingers almost exactly where she wants them, stroking along the damp fabric in a teasing way. There’s a sharp inhale of breath, the instant reaction of wanting to roll her hips into it, into him but her legs tremble with the restraint of keeping herself from doing it. Her head tilts back instead, a halo of dark hair surrounding her head as she spreads her legs more for him, hands finding his shoulders, neck, hair to stroke back.
And he kisses her long and deep then before moving down, heart thundering in her chest as she pants to try and catch it when he pauses at her breasts, a light whimper leaving her with it. She needs relief now and she’d do anything he wanted to get it. But he’d told her to wait, in that soft kiss granted, in the way her body shifts beneath him to supplement rather than detract.
She watches him, with those glazed glacial eyes, burning as his hand trails lower to the pants she wears, pressing his fingers almost exactly where she wants them, stroking along the damp fabric in a teasing way. There’s a sharp inhale of breath, the instant reaction of wanting to roll her hips into it, into him but her legs tremble with the restraint of keeping herself from doing it. Her head tilts back instead, a halo of dark hair surrounding her head as she spreads her legs more for him, hands finding his shoulders, neck, hair to stroke back.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
