Isla
Remi clasps her close and Isla melts against him, her body melding against his as though it was made for such a purpose. It's almost natural, by now, to let her arm curl around his neck, fingers plunging into soft curls, and for her free hand to wind about him in turn. He might not hear himself but Isla can all but feel the moan thrumming through him, and she arches closer as if to incite more - more of what, however, is anyone's guess.
Because it can't happen, and they both know it. And yet she still holds on longer than necessary, longer than it has taken to cipher away the manticore shift, and heat curls further in her belly, tingling throughout her limbs. It's with an exquisite hum of distress that Isla finally releases him, though she doesn't move away - far from it. Her lips press again to his neck - a kiss, this time, an attempt to somehow stretch out this time even though the moment already has to end.
Because it can't happen, and they both know it. And yet she still holds on longer than necessary, longer than it has taken to cipher away the manticore shift, and heat curls further in her belly, tingling throughout her limbs. It's with an exquisite hum of distress that Isla finally releases him, though she doesn't move away - far from it. Her lips press again to his neck - a kiss, this time, an attempt to somehow stretch out this time even though the moment already has to end.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
