Isla
Not much has changed, and yet everything has at the same time. Gasping in a breath as Remi fills her once more, Isla's moan is muffled against the side of her neck, where her fangs tease against his flesh. She doesn't break the skin (not yet anyway), and though the hands that press against her body are hot and calloused, Remi holds her like something gentle and fragile, and the emotions that crackle out of him--
"Oh--" Isla barely manages to whisper it, and it's the only indication of the sensations that he directs into her. Furtive and hasty and all the more thrilling because of it, there's a smile creeping across her face before she can help it. Her leg tightens around his waist, and the words snarled against her neck speak a command that she'll happily obey. "I want you," she hisses in return, arching her hips against him to meet each thrust, as if they can't afford to waste time here.
"Oh--" Isla barely manages to whisper it, and it's the only indication of the sensations that he directs into her. Furtive and hasty and all the more thrilling because of it, there's a smile creeping across her face before she can help it. Her leg tightens around his waist, and the words snarled against her neck speak a command that she'll happily obey. "I want you," she hisses in return, arching her hips against him to meet each thrust, as if they can't afford to waste time here.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
