LOCKE
She tightens her grip and he growls in return. It's too much and not enough at once. She needs to destroy him and put the pieces back together how she wants him to be. He's already so very close to breaking. Just a little more and he won't be anything other than hers. The touch of her forehead against his is so very confusing, so different than the other touches. It pulls him back for a moment. He looks at her, writhing and wanton in his lap.
Oh he'll remind her. He'll never, ever let her forget. Locke's lips trail along her jaw, soft little kisses until he reaches her shoulder. And he bites, hard enough to break skin. His neck is littered with Ascended bites but hers is all too barren. It may not scar in the same way but it's what he has to remind her. He growls, pulling her tight against him as he finally breaks. He had aimed for her pleasure first but his own body betrayed him. He just couldn't help himself.
Oh he'll remind her. He'll never, ever let her forget. Locke's lips trail along her jaw, soft little kisses until he reaches her shoulder. And he bites, hard enough to break skin. His neck is littered with Ascended bites but hers is all too barren. It may not scar in the same way but it's what he has to remind her. He growls, pulling her tight against him as he finally breaks. He had aimed for her pleasure first but his own body betrayed him. He just couldn't help himself.
Help me make the most of freedom
And of pleasure
And of pleasure
