I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true
This time he lets her lead the kiss, taking the time to learn where best to move his head, how much he needs to tilt forward, when to lean into her, how to figure the jigsaw puzzle so that they fit just right. And fit they do, Sohalia a waif in Koa's strong arms, her soft hands electric as they graze over stubble, the curves of her melting into his grasp. His grip on her tightens as his eyes flutter shut, tongue darting out to taste her lips. He wants her, gods he wants her, with a flame of hungry passion that threatens to burn right through his gut. Now I'm sure that it's true
One of his large hands has traveled down her back, teasing them both as it dips down low, tracing the curve of a slender hip with a sculptor's dedication. Now he slips it under her thigh, hoisting her lithe form even closer as he takes her in his arms. "Soh," he kisses down her neck, a prayer spoken into hollow collarbones. He pauses only to look up at her, copper eyes heavy with adoration and need. "I can't resist you," he laughs and sighs. "Who gave you permission to be so beautiful?"
'cause I think you're so good
and I'm nothing like you
and I'm nothing like you
Koa
