Neil knew. He knew he wanted this, wanted it from the word 'go,' but Ember's Breath, he hadn't realized just how much until the wet heat of her body was wrapped tight around him, and the erotic madness of just moments before wound tight in his belly, slowly unrolling with every thrust of his hips and clench of her muscles around his cock.
There was a wild sort of joy in the way they came together that first night, falling into each other from a cliff neither one of them had seen coming. It was hot and a little wild and a lot satisfying when he woke up in the morning, tangled up in her and sore from the exertion and the marks she'd left on him--marks that equaled those he'd left on her.
Marks she still wore, and that carved themselves into his psyche as he found them again as readily as that promise of torn skin from her nails in his back again that wrapped around his lungs and stole his breath. He found himself mapping that network of bruises and bites with every roll of his hips--the ones on her thighs as he slid a hand over the leg she wrapped around him, the marks of his fingers on her hip.
Unable to resist that slow rising heat low in his body, he snapped his hips to thrust deep as he bent his head to rake his teeth over the mark he'd sucked onto her collarbone, bruised and dark against her pale skin, then soothed the sting with a slow, greedy stripe of his tongue before he shifted so he could nip at and whisper in her ear.
"Ember's Breath, I love the way you feel...want you to come for me, but I don't want this to end...can't get enough of you, Regina..."
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-18 07:21 am (UTC)There was a wild sort of joy in the way they came together that first night, falling into each other from a cliff neither one of them had seen coming. It was hot and a little wild and a lot satisfying when he woke up in the morning, tangled up in her and sore from the exertion and the marks she'd left on him--marks that equaled those he'd left on her.
Marks she still wore, and that carved themselves into his psyche as he found them again as readily as that promise of torn skin from her nails in his back again that wrapped around his lungs and stole his breath. He found himself mapping that network of bruises and bites with every roll of his hips--the ones on her thighs as he slid a hand over the leg she wrapped around him, the marks of his fingers on her hip.
Unable to resist that slow rising heat low in his body, he snapped his hips to thrust deep as he bent his head to rake his teeth over the mark he'd sucked onto her collarbone, bruised and dark against her pale skin, then soothed the sting with a slow, greedy stripe of his tongue before he shifted so he could nip at and whisper in her ear.
"Ember's Breath, I love the way you feel...want you to come for me, but I don't want this to end...can't get enough of you, Regina..."