we're always running scared but holding knives
That they can absolutely agree upon - the non romantic getaway, quickie in the sex room thing, she means - and Isla's fingers tighten in his hair as pleasure and need begin to tighten up the back of her thighs. The pace and the angle are unsustainable at best, but Isla doesn't plan to drag things out for long; as she feels Sunjata press against her teeth, she doesn't waste a moment.
Her fangs slip into his neck and blood wells against her lips just as it all becomes too much, and the whipcrack of ecstasy from the bite is all it takes to pitch Isla headfirst into her orgasm. Tightening around him and biting deeper, if anything, her mind is reduced to a crackle of white static, caring only for the points where their bodies meet.
Her fangs slip into his neck and blood wells against her lips just as it all becomes too much, and the whipcrack of ecstasy from the bite is all it takes to pitch Isla headfirst into her orgasm. Tightening around him and biting deeper, if anything, her mind is reduced to a crackle of white static, caring only for the points where their bodies meet.
Isla
