VARUS
“Am I?” He drawls, smirking up at her as his hips catch her off guard. She readjusts herself and he pulls himself up just enough to pepper her collarbones and chest with intense kisses, leaving little shimmering marks behind. “I love you too.” He moans against her skin with each deep grind she gives him, his cock driving deeper into her with each motion that he’s helpless to try and accompany.
So he focuses on everything else instead, lavishing her in kisses, both hands free now to tease her nipples, his fangs dragging little lines along the top of her chest above the swell of her breasts. “I just wanna—” he pauses, peering back at her with a hazy look. “Sink my teeth into you.” But he doesn’t know whether it would ruin the manticore he’s been holding onto for seasons now.
Might be worth it to find out, though.
So he focuses on everything else instead, lavishing her in kisses, both hands free now to tease her nipples, his fangs dragging little lines along the top of her chest above the swell of her breasts. “I just wanna—” he pauses, peering back at her with a hazy look. “Sink my teeth into you.” But he doesn’t know whether it would ruin the manticore he’s been holding onto for seasons now.
Might be worth it to find out, though.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
