(SE) die a little to survive

Maeve

The hitch of breath that slips from him makes her eyes open, locking onto his face to take in the flush on his cheeks and the way his lips part, steel gaze almost black with his desire for her. She gives him what he seeks, lewd words falling from her lips in the most beautiful way, muscles aching with the way they jump and twitch as he keeps her from moving. His thumb never leaving her clit, driving her closer and closer towards that edge as she remains perched on top of him, too focused on him to even think of denying him what he wants. Too desperate for the release he's sure to give her.

Praise rings in her ears as he purrs her name, releasing her hips so she may finally move, desperate and faltering as she tries in vain to keep up with the brutal demand of his thrusts. It's too much all at once and she knows she's not going to last. There's absolutely no way. Not with the way he's looking at her. The way he's touching her like he'll die if he doesn't cover every inch of her skin. Certainly not with the way he's fucking her.

The wave crashes, flooding through her senses and wiping her mind blank, leaving nothing but that wonderful bubbly haze as she's left to cling to him. It's as if she's swept up in the foamy bubbles that sometimes wash up onto the shores of the coast, fizzling and popping, nerves bright with starlight as she's swept out to sea.

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth