She is effervescent and weightless against him, and yet he is caught in her gravity well just as any wayward comet might be. Her lips sing with colour and starlight as her tongue pushes past his own lips that she might sigh her siren song deeper into him. The world dazzles and spins around them as Safrin reaches her hands around his neck and with a tantalizing ease, she leaps into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.
It is like nothing he will have ever experienced, but then, she is a goddess after all. Arching against him, she hums a note of satisfaction and urgency into his mouth, her hands tugging at the back of his shirt that, when he inevitably must come up for air, she is poised to slip it over his head.
It is like nothing he will have ever experienced, but then, she is a goddess after all. Arching against him, she hums a note of satisfaction and urgency into his mouth, her hands tugging at the back of his shirt that, when he inevitably must come up for air, she is poised to slip it over his head.
SAFRIN
