Dragging her close for another kiss, between the collision of mouths and the sweep of hands that moved greedily over her bare body, he spoke a spell, slightly different from the one she'd heard him use before.
As he pressed her against the door, tracing her ribcage or squeezing her ass or palming her breast, a ripple of glittering coal simply ate away at his own clothing, patches of bare skin sealing against hers moment by moment until nothing else separated them.
Lifting her off her feet, he trusted her to wrap her legs around him for support as he carried her over to her bed and lay her down, settling over her with an impatient snarl. Pushing himself up over her with one arm, he reached between their bodies to guide himself into her--and fuck, she was so wet for him he could have shoved in with a snap of his hips. It was a hard temptation to resist, but he succeeded, pushing into her slowly with a kiss so she couldn't cry out, couldn't scream or moan away the slow torment of being filled, moment by moment--and neither could he. He could only feel, feel and burn and lose everything he was in the perfect heat of her wrapped around him.
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-16 07:52 pm (UTC)Dragging her close for another kiss, between the collision of mouths and the sweep of hands that moved greedily over her bare body, he spoke a spell, slightly different from the one she'd heard him use before.
As he pressed her against the door, tracing her ribcage or squeezing her ass or palming her breast, a ripple of glittering coal simply ate away at his own clothing, patches of bare skin sealing against hers moment by moment until nothing else separated them.
Lifting her off her feet, he trusted her to wrap her legs around him for support as he carried her over to her bed and lay her down, settling over her with an impatient snarl. Pushing himself up over her with one arm, he reached between their bodies to guide himself into her--and fuck, she was so wet for him he could have shoved in with a snap of his hips. It was a hard temptation to resist, but he succeeded, pushing into her slowly with a kiss so she couldn't cry out, couldn't scream or moan away the slow torment of being filled, moment by moment--and neither could he. He could only feel, feel and burn and lose everything he was in the perfect heat of her wrapped around him.