Maeve
It's an odd thing to be able to laugh when a man is trying his best to absolutely devour you with every part of his being. He's so eager. So fucking needy. It only makes her even more willing to give him everything he wants. To be his medicine of choice for the night and whenever else he needs her. The longer this goes, the more she believes that it won't be a one time thing. It's too good. Too fucking liberating. Nothing exists outside of his hands on her body and his mouth against hers. Thank the gods, indeed.
He lifts her with ease and Maeve only makes a soft sound of surprise against his mouth, but it fades into a moan as he marks her again. Staking his claim on her skin and body. She arches against him, panting by the time he pulls away to get himself situated. Maeve spreads her thighs for him to settle between as she perches on the edge of the desk, hands reaching for him as soon as he comes close enough for her to. Greedily they run over his skin, thumbs brushing across various scars as her eyes dip down to where he takes care of himself. "I'm on something... If you don't want to use it." And she's checked regularly for anything else that might arise. However, she understands if he chooses to keep it on and her feelings won't be hurt by it.
Maeve lets her head tilt to the side, exposing more of her throat to is tongue and teeth, eyes fluttering shut as he utterly defiles her skin with each press of his fangs against the tender flesh. His hands travel over her skin, blazing fire in their wake and she lifts a leg, wrapping it around his waist to draw him closer as she braces herself with one hand much like he did earlier. The other wraps back around his shoulders, holding him close so she can still kiss him. It seems like such a crime not to at this point. His lips deserve to be kissed. He deserves to feel good. So fucking good and she's going to be the one who makes him. "Jata... Please. I need you.." Maeve whines and it isn't a lie. She's aching and so utterly empty, longing for him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her.
He lifts her with ease and Maeve only makes a soft sound of surprise against his mouth, but it fades into a moan as he marks her again. Staking his claim on her skin and body. She arches against him, panting by the time he pulls away to get himself situated. Maeve spreads her thighs for him to settle between as she perches on the edge of the desk, hands reaching for him as soon as he comes close enough for her to. Greedily they run over his skin, thumbs brushing across various scars as her eyes dip down to where he takes care of himself. "I'm on something... If you don't want to use it." And she's checked regularly for anything else that might arise. However, she understands if he chooses to keep it on and her feelings won't be hurt by it.
Maeve lets her head tilt to the side, exposing more of her throat to is tongue and teeth, eyes fluttering shut as he utterly defiles her skin with each press of his fangs against the tender flesh. His hands travel over her skin, blazing fire in their wake and she lifts a leg, wrapping it around his waist to draw him closer as she braces herself with one hand much like he did earlier. The other wraps back around his shoulders, holding him close so she can still kiss him. It seems like such a crime not to at this point. His lips deserve to be kissed. He deserves to feel good. So fucking good and she's going to be the one who makes him. "Jata... Please. I need you.." Maeve whines and it isn't a lie. She's aching and so utterly empty, longing for him to bury himself to the hilt inside of her.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
