Maeve
Her body is already growing flush with want and need as he presses into her, dwarfing her smaller frame as he tugs her flush against him. The feeling of his tongue against hers is a new sensation. The forks surprising her, but they don't dissuade her from tasting him again, letting it work against hers until she blazes that trail along his jaw and throat. His hand slides along her thigh and she feels that drag of his claws ever so lightly trailing across her delicate skin. There will surely be marks and she welcomes each and every one of them. It isn't until one is hooking into the side of her underwear and already threatening to tear them loose.
Maeve tries to chase his lips and deepen that kiss, but the hand in her hair stops her from getting too far as he pulls her head back to expose the slender column of her throat to his eager mouth. It's his teeth pressing over her pulse that earns him another soft sound, rising in her throat as she arches her back. Her chest heaves, small breasts pushing against the confines of her corset that push them up like an offering. "Yes.." Maeve sighs, voice already breathy and pitched up higher as he easily moves her the way he wants. Not that she even tries to fight him. Not that she would want to.
His claws deftly work at the lacings of her corset, loosening them until it isn't pressing so tightly against her ribs and her fingers move to the front. She unhooks the closings keeping it in place, letting it fall to the floor behind them. Maeve isn't bare to him yet. Her torso still covered by the bodice of her dress, but he can more easily feel the softness of her waist and the give of her body without the boning and fabric in the way. "If I do that we'll be here all night and maybe all of tomorrow. Not sure you have time for that." Maybe it means he'll just have to have her again. However many times it takes until they get through her laundry list of things she wants to do with him. Maybe they'll come up with more together.
When he reaches her lips again, Maeve nips sharply at his bottom lip. She might not have fangs, but she can bite too. Her mouth presses to his again, eagerly opening to taste him once more as her hands run along his shoulders, one skating up into his hair to find the base of one of his horns. Her thumb brushes along the ridge, remembering how he shuddered for her the last time she did that. "Did you not want to do wicked things to me too, dear Flood?" Maeve murmurs against his lips, feeding him her words even as she continues to kiss him.
Maeve tries to chase his lips and deepen that kiss, but the hand in her hair stops her from getting too far as he pulls her head back to expose the slender column of her throat to his eager mouth. It's his teeth pressing over her pulse that earns him another soft sound, rising in her throat as she arches her back. Her chest heaves, small breasts pushing against the confines of her corset that push them up like an offering. "Yes.." Maeve sighs, voice already breathy and pitched up higher as he easily moves her the way he wants. Not that she even tries to fight him. Not that she would want to.
His claws deftly work at the lacings of her corset, loosening them until it isn't pressing so tightly against her ribs and her fingers move to the front. She unhooks the closings keeping it in place, letting it fall to the floor behind them. Maeve isn't bare to him yet. Her torso still covered by the bodice of her dress, but he can more easily feel the softness of her waist and the give of her body without the boning and fabric in the way. "If I do that we'll be here all night and maybe all of tomorrow. Not sure you have time for that." Maybe it means he'll just have to have her again. However many times it takes until they get through her laundry list of things she wants to do with him. Maybe they'll come up with more together.
When he reaches her lips again, Maeve nips sharply at his bottom lip. She might not have fangs, but she can bite too. Her mouth presses to his again, eagerly opening to taste him once more as her hands run along his shoulders, one skating up into his hair to find the base of one of his horns. Her thumb brushes along the ridge, remembering how he shuddered for her the last time she did that. "Did you not want to do wicked things to me too, dear Flood?" Maeve murmurs against his lips, feeding him her words even as she continues to kiss him.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
