Her orgasm prolonged his own, drove it higher with the sound of her scream, the feel of her body tightening around him--the sting of her fingers pulling his hair, nails in his back sunk so deep he could feel the fire rising to answer the perceived threat, barely had sense enough to pull it back so the half moon gouges wouldn't heal.
He didn't want them to. He wanted to feel the sting every time he pulled on a shirt, remember the feel of this every time fabric shifted or stretched to pull over skin and make them burn with a ghost of the way he burned in the moment.
It was intense, it was glorious--it felt like falling, not off a cliff but straight into her. Nothing else existed but the burn and tension of her release as she clung to him, the taste of skin and the almost-promise of blood as teeth bruised flesh, the press of her body as she arched against him and they both held on, frozen by that perfect moment where they both fell apart, and he couldn't tell where he ended and she began.
When his orgasm finally began to fade, when he could pick up the edges of himself, untangle them from hers, in a moment where he still felt half-mad from pleasure, Neil wondered if Regina had the power to steal a man's heart without ripping it from his chest, because the way he felt in the moment was dangerously close to precisely that.
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-26 07:31 pm (UTC)He didn't want them to. He wanted to feel the sting every time he pulled on a shirt, remember the feel of this every time fabric shifted or stretched to pull over skin and make them burn with a ghost of the way he burned in the moment.
It was intense, it was glorious--it felt like falling, not off a cliff but straight into her. Nothing else existed but the burn and tension of her release as she clung to him, the taste of skin and the almost-promise of blood as teeth bruised flesh, the press of her body as she arched against him and they both held on, frozen by that perfect moment where they both fell apart, and he couldn't tell where he ended and she began.
When his orgasm finally began to fade, when he could pick up the edges of himself, untangle them from hers, in a moment where he still felt half-mad from pleasure, Neil wondered if Regina had the power to steal a man's heart without ripping it from his chest, because the way he felt in the moment was dangerously close to precisely that.