KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Quite possibly that was his actual goal. At the very least, Korbin strove to be memorable, to ensure that she didn't end up regretting the invitation. Apparently, he had a reputation to uphold - of Halovians being good entertainers, quite capable of making a season locked indoors into something both bearable and pleasant. No pressure.
If only he could hear her. He felt her shudder, shift and move against his hand, pushing back against him in a way that nearly drove him out of his mind. But he was sure there was more; could feel the sounds she made vibrate against his lips on her neck. Beautiful, rich, vibrant no doubt, and gods, how he wanted to know if she would make a good singer.
Watching her would have to be enough though. And he did, his gaze never leaving her even as he kept feasting on her neck, quite forgetting that he didn't mean to leave any marks on her. He was just too hungry, too greedy by now to care, egged on by the feeling of her around his finger. He moved it inside her, pushing deep only to withdraw again, circling and plunging back in; his thumb found its way back to her clit, and with deliberate strokes he worked to drive her even further out of her mind, relishing in being able to make her feel good. Korbin had no intention of stopping; wanted to grant her that release, if he could. If she would trust him enough to let go and fall off that edge.
If only he could hear her. He felt her shudder, shift and move against his hand, pushing back against him in a way that nearly drove him out of his mind. But he was sure there was more; could feel the sounds she made vibrate against his lips on her neck. Beautiful, rich, vibrant no doubt, and gods, how he wanted to know if she would make a good singer.
Watching her would have to be enough though. And he did, his gaze never leaving her even as he kept feasting on her neck, quite forgetting that he didn't mean to leave any marks on her. He was just too hungry, too greedy by now to care, egged on by the feeling of her around his finger. He moved it inside her, pushing deep only to withdraw again, circling and plunging back in; his thumb found its way back to her clit, and with deliberate strokes he worked to drive her even further out of her mind, relishing in being able to make her feel good. Korbin had no intention of stopping; wanted to grant her that release, if he could. If she would trust him enough to let go and fall off that edge.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
