07-05-2024, 01:33 AM
i showed him all my teeth & then i laughed out loud,
because i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found
because i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found
She does not think it would be possible for her heart to beat any harder, and she is certain that he must be able to hear it.
For the girl that did not often get caught up in fantasies, she has dreamt of what it might be like to be touched by him more times than she would dare to admit. Even now, this reconciliation did not feel real. It felt like another fabrication of her mind, and she is afraid one wrong move will send her crashing back to reality. That she will blink and he will be gone, vanishing back into the shadows of her dreams, and that she would once again awaken with the same cold, vacant-like ache in her chest.
She doesn't know how actually being here, quivering beneath his touch, is both the most real and unreal thing that she has ever felt. All her longing and dreaming could not have prepared her for what it would actually feel like to have his mouth and tongue laying claim to every inch of her, and if there had been anything left of the walls she hid behind, they now crumble at his will. In a span of moments it feels as if the rift between them from their time apart is mended, and somewhere through her hazy thoughts she recognizes that they will not be apart again.
The hunger in his touch sends electric sparks up her spine, her breathing already quickening to match her racing pulse, and just when she thinks she cannot possibly withstand waiting any longer, she is entirely enveloped in the warmth of his body on top of hers. She has never been with anyone else, and somehow she still knows that with him this felt unmistakably right, as if his body were designed to fit with hers. With a tilt of her head she leans to receive his touch, her eyes closing as his lips caress her jaw, her golden neck curling to be closer to him when he traces up the side of her face.
She wishes she could say something, anything, in response, but her tongue feels too heavy in her mouth, and anything she might have said is stolen in the next moment.
She bites down on the sound that rises in her throat when she enters her, and it comes out as a short, breathless moan.The feel of his weight settled on top of her, of his legs wrapped around her, and his warm breath against her neck is enough to entirely distract her from any discomfort she might have felt, and all at once she is spellbound by the realization that this is the closest they could ever possibly be. Instinctively her body falls into rhythm with his, and she loses all sense of the world around her. There is nothing else save for them and the tangle of their bodies together, and the way shape of his name on her tongue over and over like a desperate plea as that taut coil of desire winds itself tighter and tighter.
It is the sound of him uttering her own name that is her undoing.
That release she had not realized she was searching for finds her, and in an instant it is as if she is unraveling beneath him. Her neck arches, her mane clinging to now dampened skin, and her body writhes as if every nerve has been set ablaze. She has no control over the way the overwhelming sensation causes her to gasp and cry out between short, panting breaths, entirely held captive by the tidal wave she found herself drowning under.
But even though the waves gradually begin to ebb, her need to have him close does not. She stands there for a few moments, still trembling and breathless. “Lant,” she murmurs, her voice low, once again turning her face towards him and this time pressing her lips to one of his legs that still grasped her sides. She does not say anything else, not yet, afraid to break the spell they found themselves under.
For the girl that did not often get caught up in fantasies, she has dreamt of what it might be like to be touched by him more times than she would dare to admit. Even now, this reconciliation did not feel real. It felt like another fabrication of her mind, and she is afraid one wrong move will send her crashing back to reality. That she will blink and he will be gone, vanishing back into the shadows of her dreams, and that she would once again awaken with the same cold, vacant-like ache in her chest.
She doesn't know how actually being here, quivering beneath his touch, is both the most real and unreal thing that she has ever felt. All her longing and dreaming could not have prepared her for what it would actually feel like to have his mouth and tongue laying claim to every inch of her, and if there had been anything left of the walls she hid behind, they now crumble at his will. In a span of moments it feels as if the rift between them from their time apart is mended, and somewhere through her hazy thoughts she recognizes that they will not be apart again.
The hunger in his touch sends electric sparks up her spine, her breathing already quickening to match her racing pulse, and just when she thinks she cannot possibly withstand waiting any longer, she is entirely enveloped in the warmth of his body on top of hers. She has never been with anyone else, and somehow she still knows that with him this felt unmistakably right, as if his body were designed to fit with hers. With a tilt of her head she leans to receive his touch, her eyes closing as his lips caress her jaw, her golden neck curling to be closer to him when he traces up the side of her face.
She wishes she could say something, anything, in response, but her tongue feels too heavy in her mouth, and anything she might have said is stolen in the next moment.
She bites down on the sound that rises in her throat when she enters her, and it comes out as a short, breathless moan.The feel of his weight settled on top of her, of his legs wrapped around her, and his warm breath against her neck is enough to entirely distract her from any discomfort she might have felt, and all at once she is spellbound by the realization that this is the closest they could ever possibly be. Instinctively her body falls into rhythm with his, and she loses all sense of the world around her. There is nothing else save for them and the tangle of their bodies together, and the way shape of his name on her tongue over and over like a desperate plea as that taut coil of desire winds itself tighter and tighter.
It is the sound of him uttering her own name that is her undoing.
That release she had not realized she was searching for finds her, and in an instant it is as if she is unraveling beneath him. Her neck arches, her mane clinging to now dampened skin, and her body writhes as if every nerve has been set ablaze. She has no control over the way the overwhelming sensation causes her to gasp and cry out between short, panting breaths, entirely held captive by the tidal wave she found herself drowning under.
But even though the waves gradually begin to ebb, her need to have him close does not. She stands there for a few moments, still trembling and breathless. “Lant,” she murmurs, her voice low, once again turning her face towards him and this time pressing her lips to one of his legs that still grasped her sides. She does not say anything else, not yet, afraid to break the spell they found themselves under.
A D R I A N A
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