Evie
Tender moments are precious, and Evie has enjoyed a few lazy days in bed with Deimos that were nothing to sneeze at, but today she can only rejoice in the rush of magic and peace and being alive. Burning as brightly as her hair, backlit by ice and the grey skies of recent snowfall. Before her, Deimos encases her with skin warm to the touch and grasping, teasing teeth that seek out every memorized sensitive spot to help her fall over that edge.
He rarely ever seeks his end first (she is a very lucky woman) and Evie has no qualms with chasing that end as swiftly as she can. With the perfected touch of her own hand and the way his own thrusts never falter, slow, or stutter, it’s as easy as tightening her legs into a nearly bruising clutch as she tumbles into orgasm headfirst. Her forehead falls down onto his shoulder, nails slightly raking down his back as she cries some garbled prayer of his name as she rides each wave, skin hypersensitive and flushing from cheeks to chest.
He rarely ever seeks his end first (she is a very lucky woman) and Evie has no qualms with chasing that end as swiftly as she can. With the perfected touch of her own hand and the way his own thrusts never falter, slow, or stutter, it’s as easy as tightening her legs into a nearly bruising clutch as she tumbles into orgasm headfirst. Her forehead falls down onto his shoulder, nails slightly raking down his back as she cries some garbled prayer of his name as she rides each wave, skin hypersensitive and flushing from cheeks to chest.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
