Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
Neron's question drew a soft laugh from Morgan as she fondly rolled her eyes. "The kind of man that comes to my room late at night." There was more she could say, about how she'd already seen just how willing he was serve her; not every man would kneel before the Warden on the side of the road, but Neron had revelled in the opportunity. It was pleasing to see the same look in his eyes now, a hunger that she knew went beyond what her blood could give him.
There was relief in him finally touching her as she'd wanted him to for some time now, the hands around her waist soft but still there; Morgan laid one of her own hands over his on her waist and the other on his chest, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt as her neck was kissed and she felt an immediate pang of need run through her, causing her to gasp quietly.
"I was...hoping you might come to see me like this." She admitted, whispering it out into the room.
There was relief in him finally touching her as she'd wanted him to for some time now, the hands around her waist soft but still there; Morgan laid one of her own hands over his on her waist and the other on his chest, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt as her neck was kissed and she felt an immediate pang of need run through her, causing her to gasp quietly.
"I was...hoping you might come to see me like this." She admitted, whispering it out into the room.
Oh, please
Do you think that I don't know what it means?
