Breathe in now, do what you can
He doesn’t care what it is she chooses, whether it’s to run her hands along his skin and scars or whether it’s to continue threading them through his shorter curls, whether it’s to run her lips along the salt that clings to his flesh from the ocean, from the sweat of exertion. But while she debates he makes his own decisions, hands splaying along her hips, his blunt teeth at her throat, leaving marks behind, trailing them along her collarbone before he’s nosing his head up back toward her face.
There’s a part of him that relishes in the sound that leaves her as he slips inside her, groaning with the heat he feels. His hands loosen their hold a small amount, helping her with the movement of her hips against his as a shiver races down his spine, as his body trembles for a moment with restraint. It’s difficult, given the sand beneath him, but she holds on tighter and he noses his way into claiming her lips with his own before he pulls away with a nip to her lower lip.
Her plea is met with a throaty hum, his hands tightening around her hips, lifting her just enough that he can thrust to sink himself into her deeper, his hands wavering as he pulls her down along with, meeting in the middle as it were. “Let me hear you, Maeve.” He breathes, lifting her again to repeat the process, completely ignorant of the mist that gathers, of the sound of the faraway laughter, too absorbed by her.
There’s a part of him that relishes in the sound that leaves her as he slips inside her, groaning with the heat he feels. His hands loosen their hold a small amount, helping her with the movement of her hips against his as a shiver races down his spine, as his body trembles for a moment with restraint. It’s difficult, given the sand beneath him, but she holds on tighter and he noses his way into claiming her lips with his own before he pulls away with a nip to her lower lip.
Her plea is met with a throaty hum, his hands tightening around her hips, lifting her just enough that he can thrust to sink himself into her deeper, his hands wavering as he pulls her down along with, meeting in the middle as it were. “Let me hear you, Maeve.” He breathes, lifting her again to repeat the process, completely ignorant of the mist that gathers, of the sound of the faraway laughter, too absorbed by her.
the flood
And fuck the rest, you know it's all beside you now
totally sniped from odd ilu
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
