Amalia
the shield of safrin
she does not know what it's like
not to have deep emotions
not to have deep emotions
The tease is excruciating and delightful, each touch and caress leaving goosebumps in its wake. She reaches for him as he rises up, fingers tangling in his black hair, hungry for more and not wanting it to end. Her feet run down the length of his side, his hip and thighs and anything else, wrapping around him when he's finally risen up to kiss her neck. The sensation of his cock is unmistakable, so close and yet so terribly far.
"Yes," Amalia mewls, pressing her hips in toward him in demonstration of just how much she does believe. She wonders if he can feel her heartbeat beneath the swell of her breasts: a thunderous thing, wild with desire, hot as the fire in her eyes. "Ronin, please-" and she bucks against him, insistent and demanding and impatient as ever, smoke curling from her nostrils, mouth flush against his once again as her fingers bite into his back.
"Yes," Amalia mewls, pressing her hips in toward him in demonstration of just how much she does believe. She wonders if he can feel her heartbeat beneath the swell of her breasts: a thunderous thing, wild with desire, hot as the fire in her eyes. "Ronin, please-" and she bucks against him, insistent and demanding and impatient as ever, smoke curling from her nostrils, mouth flush against his once again as her fingers bite into his back.
even when she feels nothing
she feels it completely
she feels it completely
