Maeve
He doesn't make things easy for her. Nothing about this is easy, but she fucking craves it. Maeve hisses out another breath, a moan catching in her throat that gets caught behind her teeth, not fully passing her lips. The pressure isn't enough for her. It doesn't get her closer to the edge of release, but it keeps her high, becoming so sensitive she could cry with it.
Maeve gets a win, though. His nostrils flare. His breath hitches. It's a small tell. A barely there thing that someone else might miss, but not Maeve. Never Maeve. She sees it all and she chases that reaction, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down with effort. If she wants them off then she's going to have to move away from him. He's going to have to stop touching her. The thought is almost one she can't handle, but the Madame is nothing if not determined.
It's with that thought that she leans forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, licking into his mouth so she might run the tip of her tongue over his fangs. Maeve draws back with a nip to his bottom lip, holding his gaze for a moment, "I missed having you in my bed. Your wings wrapped around me. Your claws digging into my hips." She breathes, starting to give him exactly what he asked her for, moving to sink between his thighs. Her fingers curl in the waistband of his jeans again, tugging them down almost roughly, making it clear of her intentions.
Maeve gets a win, though. His nostrils flare. His breath hitches. It's a small tell. A barely there thing that someone else might miss, but not Maeve. Never Maeve. She sees it all and she chases that reaction, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down with effort. If she wants them off then she's going to have to move away from him. He's going to have to stop touching her. The thought is almost one she can't handle, but the Madame is nothing if not determined.
It's with that thought that she leans forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, licking into his mouth so she might run the tip of her tongue over his fangs. Maeve draws back with a nip to his bottom lip, holding his gaze for a moment, "I missed having you in my bed. Your wings wrapped around me. Your claws digging into my hips." She breathes, starting to give him exactly what he asked her for, moving to sink between his thighs. Her fingers curl in the waistband of his jeans again, tugging them down almost roughly, making it clear of her intentions.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
