honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
They readjust and he keeps up his quickening pace, hips meeting hers faster and faster, deeper and deeper, with groans of her name mixed with other words, some intelligible and some not so much. When she leans back he has more room to pleasure her, his hand diving in more with each rock of his hips, applying a bit more pressure and pace to better match the building within her that builds with himself.
Her words are stuttered moans and gasps and his grin is fanged and almost a hint feral as he peers up at her when she throws her hair back. “Cum for me, Isla.” It’s a hoarse and breathy demand, but one that spurs him on with the deeper, quicker pace of his hips against hers, a driven need as the thread tightens within him too for the second time.
Her words are stuttered moans and gasps and his grin is fanged and almost a hint feral as he peers up at her when she throws her hair back. “Cum for me, Isla.” It’s a hoarse and breathy demand, but one that spurs him on with the deeper, quicker pace of his hips against hers, a driven need as the thread tightens within him too for the second time.
VARUS
