Evie
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
It may have been a challenge only he was privy to at first, but the warmth of his laugh across her skin brings her to the awareness of its existence right as she concedes defeat. at least it is a pleasant one, a loss she would take again and again, the happiest woman to stand on the outskirts of the winner’s circle. Crimson strands unfurl down her back as his hand releases her, and her head rolls back as she arches against him, the shirt she wears pulled aside for him to seek as much skin as he desires. The texture of his beard in contrast to the warm wet of his mouth is dizzying. Evie can’t determine whether it is her own long dry spell or Deimos’ everything that seems to be the cause for her swiftly climbing arousal, but he doesn’t seem offput by her eagerness.
His hips move beneath hers, and a quiet whimper escapes. She feels heady with her station, knowing the powerful figure beneath her is tamed and tempered only because he allows it, desires it. The hand still twined with his squeezes, and the one at his waist impatiently unbuttons the top of his trousers, the sound of the fastenings loud in her ears that hum with her own heated blood.
His hips move beneath hers, and a quiet whimper escapes. She feels heady with her station, knowing the powerful figure beneath her is tamed and tempered only because he allows it, desires it. The hand still twined with his squeezes, and the one at his waist impatiently unbuttons the top of his trousers, the sound of the fastenings loud in her ears that hum with her own heated blood.
Or did you just never want to be alone?
