Seraphina
the artificer
i'm not a slave, i won't be guided to a grave in
a masquerade, you'll hide your face
a masquerade, you'll hide your face
There’s something to be said about the power of a position like this, of the sounds and twitches she can draw from him. It spurs her on even more as her voice drips with honey toward him, muffled only by the sound of the water cascading across their bodies. He moves her hand and the hand slides up his chest toward his shoulder, the other hooking around his neck as she tucks her leg around him to keep him near — not like she imagines he’d stray far, of course.
Their eyes meet and her dark gaze meets his hazel, waiting with baited breath for him to press into her, and after what feels like an excruciating amount of time, he dives in. He groans and she whimpers, adjusting herself a fraction to take him. Her back arches a bit, hips pressing back against him to take him further, before he’s setting a pace with a hand that’s pressed in enough to leave marks along her thigh. It only spurs her on more, her fingers tightening in his hair while she tightens around his cock, soft moans leaving her throat as she lifts her chin for him to bury his face against her neck some more.
“Gods, Locke…” She moans, hips lurching against him as her back presses against the back wall of the shower, as her heel digs into his back to help keep him drive himself deeper and deeper.
Their eyes meet and her dark gaze meets his hazel, waiting with baited breath for him to press into her, and after what feels like an excruciating amount of time, he dives in. He groans and she whimpers, adjusting herself a fraction to take him. Her back arches a bit, hips pressing back against him to take him further, before he’s setting a pace with a hand that’s pressed in enough to leave marks along her thigh. It only spurs her on more, her fingers tightening in his hair while she tightens around his cock, soft moans leaving her throat as she lifts her chin for him to bury his face against her neck some more.
“Gods, Locke…” She moans, hips lurching against him as her back presses against the back wall of the shower, as her heel digs into his back to help keep him drive himself deeper and deeper.
you got it out for me, like strangers in the night
holding close their sharpened knives
holding close their sharpened knives
