"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
Both of their hands were made for pleasure in different ways, but yet they were the same. Maeve could bring people to their knees, draw them to the height of pleasure, tear them apart and rebuild the from the ground up with her touch. Korbin didn't even have to touch her and yet she moved for him. Her body move, swaying, and turning to the music he weaved for her.
It wasn't until the song came to an emotional climax, drawing Maeve with it only to let her freefall as she came to a stop, chest heaving with each breath she drank in greedily. She blinked slowly, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, turning to focus on the man. The come down was just as soft and sweet as the end of his song, urging her to sink into the chair opposite of him, licking her lips as her heart slowed.
She didn't have any words for him, simply caught up in the feeling he'd created for her, expression softening as she glanced over at him. The fire flickered in the hearth, bathing both of them in golden light, shadows dancing over their bodies.
It wasn't until the song came to an emotional climax, drawing Maeve with it only to let her freefall as she came to a stop, chest heaving with each breath she drank in greedily. She blinked slowly, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, turning to focus on the man. The come down was just as soft and sweet as the end of his song, urging her to sink into the chair opposite of him, licking her lips as her heart slowed.
She didn't have any words for him, simply caught up in the feeling he'd created for her, expression softening as she glanced over at him. The fire flickered in the hearth, bathing both of them in golden light, shadows dancing over their bodies.
Maeve
