Isla
Honestly, it's a battle that Isla wants to lose, can feel herself losing with every rise and fall of Remi's chest beneath her hand. "What are you sorry for?" she asks softly, her voice barely needing to be beyond a whisper as she leans in again, letting her lips ghost along his jawline, fangs grazing along the space behind his ear. "We could finish what we started last time," she suggests, her hips rolling against him.
"If you wanted," she adds, all too aware of what happened before and how awkward that might still be. Still, Isla is on fire with his touch, her cheeks flushed pink with Remi's blood, and she has to actively resist sinking her teeth into him again just to feel what he does. To be in this moment with his again, properly.
"If you wanted," she adds, all too aware of what happened before and how awkward that might still be. Still, Isla is on fire with his touch, her cheeks flushed pink with Remi's blood, and she has to actively resist sinking her teeth into him again just to feel what he does. To be in this moment with his again, properly.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
