Maeve
We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
Lamb to the slaughter
There isn't a response. No words are exchanged. They're mute beyond this point. Instead they communicate in nothing but shared breaths, moans, and growls. It's primal and raw and Maeve is lost in it. Lost in him. Her hand stays on his throat, thumb pressing against his pulse as she rides him. His pleasure is her own and it doesn't matter that he's unable to concentrate on getting her there. She takes what she needs from him. Her hips rocking erratically, desperately, chasing her own orgasm as he kisses along her neck and down to her shoulder.
A press of teeth is the only warning she gets before he's falling apart beneath her. Shattering into a million pieces and burning like a supernova. Fang sink into her skin deep, sending a searing wave of pain through her body, making her scream as she jerks in his arms. Maeve reaches down between them, finally releasing his throat to chase her own orgasm, fingers working quickly in tight circles until she's falling over the edge with him.
She collapses in a heap against his chest. Her own heaving as she fights to breathe, a mix of pleasure and pain still singing through her body, drawing a few fluttering clenches around his cock that's still buried inside of her.
A press of teeth is the only warning she gets before he's falling apart beneath her. Shattering into a million pieces and burning like a supernova. Fang sink into her skin deep, sending a searing wave of pain through her body, making her scream as she jerks in his arms. Maeve reaches down between them, finally releasing his throat to chase her own orgasm, fingers working quickly in tight circles until she's falling over the edge with him.
She collapses in a heap against his chest. Her own heaving as she fights to breathe, a mix of pleasure and pain still singing through her body, drawing a few fluttering clenches around his cock that's still buried inside of her.
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
