LOCKE
He wonders if he should be scared of her, as small and dainty as she is. But he made no move to pull her hand away, no move to stop the slap earlier. He may be bigger, able to physically overpower her, but she holds some kind of unexplained control over him. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk when he fails to properly draw a breath. "Is that a promise?" He knows it is, can feel it deep down in his bones, but he has to play with her anyway.
Mostly to distract himself. The faint grip on his throat, her words, the way she feels, all bring him entirely too close to the edge and as much as he'd love to end this quickly, he'd be kind of embarrassed. Might as well make their first night back together a good one right? One hand slips between them, claws lightly raking across her front until he finds her clit. He's always thought it was rude to cum first and he clearly can't be rude to his queen anymore.
"And you're mine too. If I ever find another in your bed or you in theirs, you'll wish I were merely a man again. Be the chosen Queen all you want but don't forget who you belong to." It's growled through a mouthful of fangs. He's not the only one that can make promises, Maeve.
Mostly to distract himself. The faint grip on his throat, her words, the way she feels, all bring him entirely too close to the edge and as much as he'd love to end this quickly, he'd be kind of embarrassed. Might as well make their first night back together a good one right? One hand slips between them, claws lightly raking across her front until he finds her clit. He's always thought it was rude to cum first and he clearly can't be rude to his queen anymore.
"And you're mine too. If I ever find another in your bed or you in theirs, you'll wish I were merely a man again. Be the chosen Queen all you want but don't forget who you belong to." It's growled through a mouthful of fangs. He's not the only one that can make promises, Maeve.
Help me make the most of freedom
And of pleasure
And of pleasure
