Isla
His remark would absolutely have earned some snark if Isla hadn't been so tongue tied, and by the time she recovers enough to speak, Sunjata is already lowering himself down for what she assumes is a kiss. The joke is on her, though, because it's with a sharp inhale and a fierce smile that she squirms in his grip, his lips and teeth leaving their signature against the hollow of her throat. "Fuck." She hisses the curse out on a warm breath, struggling in earnest this time as it looks as though he might be releasing her wrists.
Again, though, the Remedy is left surprised and wanting, though mingled in with the mounting frustration on her face is the undeniable sense that she's impressed with Sunjata's creativity. And so, pinned by feathers, she arches her back in an attempt to help him hitch her dress up further, a movement that has her rocking against him in all the right places.
"Gods, have me," she finds herself whispering, as if those words alone might make his clothes disappear.
Again, though, the Remedy is left surprised and wanting, though mingled in with the mounting frustration on her face is the undeniable sense that she's impressed with Sunjata's creativity. And so, pinned by feathers, she arches her back in an attempt to help him hitch her dress up further, a movement that has her rocking against him in all the right places.
"Gods, have me," she finds herself whispering, as if those words alone might make his clothes disappear.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
