VARUS
She picks up the pace and he shudders underneath her, his own accompanying rhythm breaking for a second to simply let her ride him. It’s almost dazed, the way he gets back into the rhythm, lips and fangs dragging against her skin. He knows it’ll be all over, he’s felt the double enhancement before, but something tells him this is a perfect time to test it with the one person he cares about the most.
Her fingers tight into his hair, his hips meeting hers with each slow grind, thrusting himself deeper into her as he aches and throbs and feels that edge on the horizon. But he takes his time to build up to it, waiting until she’s sunk down onto his cock as far as they can go combined, before his trail of kisses over the left side of her collarbone turns into a bite, fangs sinking in with an immediately overwhelming pleasure that he gasps and moans into, his hands moving to slip around her middle to keep close as he stutters and breaks.
Her fingers tight into his hair, his hips meeting hers with each slow grind, thrusting himself deeper into her as he aches and throbs and feels that edge on the horizon. But he takes his time to build up to it, waiting until she’s sunk down onto his cock as far as they can go combined, before his trail of kisses over the left side of her collarbone turns into a bite, fangs sinking in with an immediately overwhelming pleasure that he gasps and moans into, his hands moving to slip around her middle to keep close as he stutters and breaks.
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
