when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
The taste of copper on her tongue is enough to drive her wild on its own, without Remi's roguish way of taking possession of her. "Promises, promises," she mutters, almost growling the words before her head tilts back to drown fully in the sensation of warm lips and rough hands. She wants to arch her back against him again, partially to just be a shit but also to offer up more of herself to his touch. With a shift of fabric and the feel of cool air against her skin, it isn't long until Isla is stripped naked before Lullaby.
Her lips part as if to say something, only for the words to fritter away to nothing as she gazes up at him. Heat pools in her belly, flushing her cheeks silver, and she has to resist the urge to simply pull him over her again. She wants to cover herself in Remi, to feel the weight of him, the smell of his skin and the heat of his breath against her neck. "Remi..." His name is almost a warning on her tongue, and there's something almost fae in the medic's eyes as she waits for him with a patience that won't last forever.
Her lips part as if to say something, only for the words to fritter away to nothing as she gazes up at him. Heat pools in her belly, flushing her cheeks silver, and she has to resist the urge to simply pull him over her again. She wants to cover herself in Remi, to feel the weight of him, the smell of his skin and the heat of his breath against her neck. "Remi..." His name is almost a warning on her tongue, and there's something almost fae in the medic's eyes as she waits for him with a patience that won't last forever.
i could die
Isla
