right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
The pain is like a camera lens, keeping everything in focus lest it all blur and blow itself out. Remi is dizzy against Isla, but not for a lack of endurance or strength. His mind is consumed, it's burning and the only light he can see is the glint of passion in Isla's eyes, and the fire lit between his legs. It's all there is to run towards, to be guided by, and gods does he run.
"Look at me." He demands against the side of her neck, his wing shifting that he might force her stare forward, into the mirror. Ronin had called him monstrous, but with Isla's beauty helping to hide the beast he'd become, he found himself utterly fascinated by the tableau playing out before him. His expression is almost confused if not completely captivated by the movement of his middle finger against Isla's clit, the way her body curves up the length of his, the blood that covers them both, and the easy way his hand can make her breast disappear beneath.
"Fuck, Isla." An active participant in this orgasm now, Remi doesn't let it wash over him so much as he claws his way towards it. His thrusts are perhaps even more forceful now than they had been when she'd asked him for it to be hard, and there's a furious desperation in the grunts of air he manages to steal that very much suggests this literal second coming will be different from the first.
"Fuck," He growls, his green eyes seeking out her blue in the almost no-light of the room. "—Isla."
"Look at me." He demands against the side of her neck, his wing shifting that he might force her stare forward, into the mirror. Ronin had called him monstrous, but with Isla's beauty helping to hide the beast he'd become, he found himself utterly fascinated by the tableau playing out before him. His expression is almost confused if not completely captivated by the movement of his middle finger against Isla's clit, the way her body curves up the length of his, the blood that covers them both, and the easy way his hand can make her breast disappear beneath.
"Fuck, Isla." An active participant in this orgasm now, Remi doesn't let it wash over him so much as he claws his way towards it. His thrusts are perhaps even more forceful now than they had been when she'd asked him for it to be hard, and there's a furious desperation in the grunts of air he manages to steal that very much suggests this literal second coming will be different from the first.
"Fuck," He growls, his green eyes seeking out her blue in the almost no-light of the room. "—Isla."
The Lullaby
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
