Sohalia
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
He made it so easy, kissing him, and for those brief moments, Soh's world narrowed to encompass only the two of them, lost in a little bubble that shut out the rest of the world. She was quickly discovering that she liked to kiss and be kissed, and she was a quick learner. When Koa's tongue darted out to flick against her lips, she mimicked him, their tongues tangling momentarily, sending a wave of desire through her.
She gave a little squeak of surprise as he hoisted her closer, his hand burning where it grasped her thigh. She'd never been held like this, and though it felt strange and foreign at first, she decided quickly that she liked it, lifting her other leg to wrap tentatively around his waist. Her name was like a prayer from his lips, and she tilted her head back as he trailed kisses down her neck, a soft sigh of pleasure tumbling forth. When he paused, she looked down, her own eyes mirroring his desire. "Who gave you permission to be so handsome?" she countered, a little breathless, her voice a little husky. Then, emboldened by his clear adoration, she murmured, "Or such a good kisser?"
She gave a little squeak of surprise as he hoisted her closer, his hand burning where it grasped her thigh. She'd never been held like this, and though it felt strange and foreign at first, she decided quickly that she liked it, lifting her other leg to wrap tentatively around his waist. Her name was like a prayer from his lips, and she tilted her head back as he trailed kisses down her neck, a soft sigh of pleasure tumbling forth. When he paused, she looked down, her own eyes mirroring his desire. "Who gave you permission to be so handsome?" she countered, a little breathless, her voice a little husky. Then, emboldened by his clear adoration, she murmured, "Or such a good kisser?"
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
