when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Unable to speak around a mouth muffled by feathers and blood, Isla can only snarl and growl her response to Remi's command. Part of her aches to rebel against him, to be the one in charge, and it's utterly at odds with the rest of her that savours all of this. That loves to be taken and had, and it's to this part of herself that Isla listens. So she looks at him in the mirror, at the man who is at once rippling muscle and boyish curls, and it's enough to finish her off all on its own.
Luckily enough, though, Remi is there to help along the way too. He bucks into her, deep enough to mingle pain with pleasure, and her ragged moans offer a duet to the sounds of her name. Locking eyes with him, green on blue, she can see the fury and the desperation in him as well as hear it, but the Ascended is unable to offer any more to him than she's already given. She arcs as her climax crashes through her, hard and fast and near violent in its intensity.
Luckily enough, though, Remi is there to help along the way too. He bucks into her, deep enough to mingle pain with pleasure, and her ragged moans offer a duet to the sounds of her name. Locking eyes with him, green on blue, she can see the fury and the desperation in him as well as hear it, but the Ascended is unable to offer any more to him than she's already given. She arcs as her climax crashes through her, hard and fast and near violent in its intensity.
i could die
Isla
