Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
If she had any reason or inkling to question sunrise, it dissipates like smoke over water as the harshness of his inhale and the dark stare below her promise far more interesting things. The easy touch of his hand up her calf makes it almost impossible to think of food even with hunger gnawing at the edge of her belly threateningly. Why could magic not solve those sorts of human afflictions? She bemoans the need to eat when all she wants is to lean down and see how many more orgasms they can chase before their bodies give out. "I shouldn't be able to want you more than human necessities like food," she bemoans on a rasping breath, hand resting flat on his navel and sliding slowly up toward his sternum as if to brace herself to swing off of him. Except she doesn't, still ensnared. Evie bites her lip. "You're making it very hard to enforce getting up here."
