Maeve
There is something addicting to the way he struggles to draw away from her. How clearly he wishes to stay there between her thighs even as he nips at her bottom lip, fangs sharp against the sensitive skin. Maeve hums softly, not bothering to quiet herself as much now that they're further away, hidden behind a locked door. He's quick to tell her that it's still on the table and she lets him go with that reassurance, lounging back on his desk almost lazily like a house cat who has found a place to rest. She watches him light the lanterns, washing the room in the warm glow of lantern light.
He draws close again and she pushes herself up, carefully slipping off of the desk until her toes touch down onto the floor. She moves towards him, hips swaying as her fingers find the waistband of his pants. He towers over her, but that doesn't keep her from pressing close to him, sharing her heat as she unbuttons his pants. "Lean against the desk for me, beastie." Maeve purrs, turning him easily and pushing him back towards the edge of his desk so that he may brace there.
Green eyes lift to his and she smiles sweetly before beginning to press kisses along his skin. She trails over his neck, tongue running over the mark she's already left before she's moving further down his chest. Maeve doesn't avoid his scars. She gives all of his attention with her teeth, lips, and tongue as her fingers work open his pants so they can dip inside. The tips of them tease along the root of his shaft as her free hand works on pulling them down while.
He draws close again and she pushes herself up, carefully slipping off of the desk until her toes touch down onto the floor. She moves towards him, hips swaying as her fingers find the waistband of his pants. He towers over her, but that doesn't keep her from pressing close to him, sharing her heat as she unbuttons his pants. "Lean against the desk for me, beastie." Maeve purrs, turning him easily and pushing him back towards the edge of his desk so that he may brace there.
Green eyes lift to his and she smiles sweetly before beginning to press kisses along his skin. She trails over his neck, tongue running over the mark she's already left before she's moving further down his chest. Maeve doesn't avoid his scars. She gives all of his attention with her teeth, lips, and tongue as her fingers work open his pants so they can dip inside. The tips of them tease along the root of his shaft as her free hand works on pulling them down while.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
