Maeve
'No.' The word is muffled against her lips, but still firm. The single syllable filled with conviction even as he gives in to her. To this. To them. There isn't any pain coursing through her. Nothing more than the ache between her thighs that makes up her need for him. Until that gets to unbearable then she won't have anything more to say besides the gentle urges that he can touch her more. That she wants him.
He doesn't leave any marks. He keeps his kisses light and sweet. Tender presses of his lips to the sensitive skin of her throat, mapping a path along the line of pearls that rest on her neck. Maeve lets out a soft breath as he pulls back, watching as his eyes shift into slits, drinking her in under the firelight. Carefully he lets his hands run over her hips, finding the hem of her shirt and delicately pulling it over her head. Maeve swallows thickly, bottom lip between her teeth as she holds his gaze. A nervous fluttering starts in her belly as the bruises that splash starkly against her pale skin are revealed to his gaze and for a moment she's scared he won't like what he sees. That even though it's still her skin and her body that he's had multiple times now. The purple of the bruises are hard to miss and she hopes that it doesn't dissuade him.
Maeve licks her lips and he smiles playfully, trying his best to ease into this with her. To not let the events and her injuries ruin this too. "Better." She murmurs, a soft flush rising onto her cheeks as she peeks up at him from beneath her lashes before they flutter shut as his hands find the gentle swells of her breasts, thumbs brushing across her nipples until they pebble under his attentions. "More.." Maeve's eyes open, pupils blown wide as she meets his steel slit gaze as her hands slip up his chest, one finding the back of his neck to pull him forward for another kiss.
He doesn't leave any marks. He keeps his kisses light and sweet. Tender presses of his lips to the sensitive skin of her throat, mapping a path along the line of pearls that rest on her neck. Maeve lets out a soft breath as he pulls back, watching as his eyes shift into slits, drinking her in under the firelight. Carefully he lets his hands run over her hips, finding the hem of her shirt and delicately pulling it over her head. Maeve swallows thickly, bottom lip between her teeth as she holds his gaze. A nervous fluttering starts in her belly as the bruises that splash starkly against her pale skin are revealed to his gaze and for a moment she's scared he won't like what he sees. That even though it's still her skin and her body that he's had multiple times now. The purple of the bruises are hard to miss and she hopes that it doesn't dissuade him.
Maeve licks her lips and he smiles playfully, trying his best to ease into this with her. To not let the events and her injuries ruin this too. "Better." She murmurs, a soft flush rising onto her cheeks as she peeks up at him from beneath her lashes before they flutter shut as his hands find the gentle swells of her breasts, thumbs brushing across her nipples until they pebble under his attentions. "More.." Maeve's eyes open, pupils blown wide as she meets his steel slit gaze as her hands slip up his chest, one finding the back of his neck to pull him forward for another kiss.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
