KIADA
burn it into my collar, hollowed onto your wrist
She’s not sure what part she appreciates more. The fact that he melts against her, the sounds that slip from him, or the way she seems to burn whenever he gets his hands on her. It causes her to smolder, a slow simmering flame that burns with a heat not unlike the bath in the tub behind her. But their lips meet and their hands are working to remove the last bit of clothing that separates them, and she loses herself in the taste and feel of him. His lips pressed to her neck, to the soft space beneath her ear, sparking her own hum of appreciation in response.
And then? Then the rest of their clothes drops to the ground, easily stepped out of and piled with the rest of the heap. And then their lips are meeting again, this time in a true all consuming kiss that has her forgetting everything else, hands trailing up to his hair again and tangling within, tugging a small amount as she presses herself and arches her back against his touch.
But he breaks the kiss and she’s breathless, already burning with wanton desire — evident in the darkening of her gaze. And he’s apologizing, eliciting a small honey dipped laugh from her lips as she pulls back, hands pushing slightly and body pulling away from his torso but remaining in his own hands that still hold her. A dark brow raises as she goes to spin a small amount, lifting a leg over the edge of the tub before she’s slipping into it like a siren in the water.
Her legs draw up, a hand reaching up to run through long dark hair to push it away from her face before she looks up at him from the bath. “Why not both?” She nearly purrs, flashing him another one of those playful smiles.
And then? Then the rest of their clothes drops to the ground, easily stepped out of and piled with the rest of the heap. And then their lips are meeting again, this time in a true all consuming kiss that has her forgetting everything else, hands trailing up to his hair again and tangling within, tugging a small amount as she presses herself and arches her back against his touch.
But he breaks the kiss and she’s breathless, already burning with wanton desire — evident in the darkening of her gaze. And he’s apologizing, eliciting a small honey dipped laugh from her lips as she pulls back, hands pushing slightly and body pulling away from his torso but remaining in his own hands that still hold her. A dark brow raises as she goes to spin a small amount, lifting a leg over the edge of the tub before she’s slipping into it like a siren in the water.
Her legs draw up, a hand reaching up to run through long dark hair to push it away from her face before she looks up at him from the bath. “Why not both?” She nearly purrs, flashing him another one of those playful smiles.
heaven knows i don't follow, but i believe in this
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
