Maeve
Before she sinks to the floor, he makes the choice all that harder for her, slipping that finger between her folds to dip into her entrance. It's the faintest stretch. Something that makes her shudder and clench, growling against his lips as she tugs back from the nip she leaves there. It's hard and savage and almost meant to punish. He likes it, though. Just like she knew he would. He's always liked when she's rough with him.
Maeve slips down between his thighs, tugging at his pants until he finally lifts his hips and she's able to work them down, pausing to remove his shoes too. Soon he's naked too, lounging on her couch like he owns the fucking place and right now he does, Maeve loves that he does. Lording over her like some kind of king. She smooths her hands up his thighs, dipping forward to press a kiss against his skin, teeth scraping in the wake of her lips as his question is aired. Maeve hums, smirking up at him as she meets his gaze from beneath thick lashes, shuddering as his claws trail across her skin. "Leather." She purrs back, chin tilting up as his fingers press beneath her jaw.
"Love how small they make me feel. Safe." The words come out unbidden and she wouldn't say them otherwise, but he wants to hear everything and she's too far gone to care. Maeve runs her hands up the inside of his thighs before she lets her fingers tease the underside of his cock, nail barely trailing up to his tip, circling it teasingly. "Know what else I missed? Taking your cock in my mouth and tasting you on my tongue."
Maeve slips down between his thighs, tugging at his pants until he finally lifts his hips and she's able to work them down, pausing to remove his shoes too. Soon he's naked too, lounging on her couch like he owns the fucking place and right now he does, Maeve loves that he does. Lording over her like some kind of king. She smooths her hands up his thighs, dipping forward to press a kiss against his skin, teeth scraping in the wake of her lips as his question is aired. Maeve hums, smirking up at him as she meets his gaze from beneath thick lashes, shuddering as his claws trail across her skin. "Leather." She purrs back, chin tilting up as his fingers press beneath her jaw.
"Love how small they make me feel. Safe." The words come out unbidden and she wouldn't say them otherwise, but he wants to hear everything and she's too far gone to care. Maeve runs her hands up the inside of his thighs before she lets her fingers tease the underside of his cock, nail barely trailing up to his tip, circling it teasingly. "Know what else I missed? Taking your cock in my mouth and tasting you on my tongue."
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
