Maeve
With everything that's happened the past few weeks it feels good to just exist in a moment. All that matters is this right now. The feeling of him pressing into her. His lips against hers. The way he seems to utterly steal her breath away. Maeve runs her fingers into his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him from going too far away from her. She moves with him, chasing the heat and the high it brings, longing to fall apart beneath him. Maeve needs to break herself into pieces before she can rebuild. Shatter completely and delicately reconstruct herself with his help. He always seems so rough. So closed off, but his hands are made for delicate things. She knows that deep down. He said he wants to take care of her, right? He can start right here.
The kiss doesn't last as long as she wants it to before he's muffling his moans against her throat and she bares more of her skin to him, letting his teeth sink into sensitive flesh just above the pearls she still wears. She should take them off, but she hasn't brought herself to that. Before she can get swept away in those emotions, unwilling to feel that pain, Maeve turns her head to find his lips as she tugs him away from her neck. She claims his mouth in a heated kiss, licking into his mouth and nipping at his bottom lip, pouring everything she is into this one moment.
Her thighs are beginning to tremble as he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body despite that there isn't any space left between them. She doesn't complain. She wouldn't dare to. It feels too good. It's a mess. They're a mess. Fuck if it isn't what she needs right now. Maeve breaks the kiss to greedily gulp in air, stealing his exhales as he pants above her. She forces her eyes open, looking up at him with darkened irises as that heat in her belly threatens to overwhelm her.
The kiss doesn't last as long as she wants it to before he's muffling his moans against her throat and she bares more of her skin to him, letting his teeth sink into sensitive flesh just above the pearls she still wears. She should take them off, but she hasn't brought herself to that. Before she can get swept away in those emotions, unwilling to feel that pain, Maeve turns her head to find his lips as she tugs him away from her neck. She claims his mouth in a heated kiss, licking into his mouth and nipping at his bottom lip, pouring everything she is into this one moment.
Her thighs are beginning to tremble as he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body despite that there isn't any space left between them. She doesn't complain. She wouldn't dare to. It feels too good. It's a mess. They're a mess. Fuck if it isn't what she needs right now. Maeve breaks the kiss to greedily gulp in air, stealing his exhales as he pants above her. She forces her eyes open, looking up at him with darkened irises as that heat in her belly threatens to overwhelm her.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
