04-20-2016, 10:28 AM
I grin at him over my shoulder, hungry eyes roving the hard planes of his body as he calls me a liar. If he thinks anyone else could make electricity sing in my veins, he's tragically mistaken. Though I suppose there's really only one way to find out. Mmm, maybe later we can find someone else to help us test that theory. Right now, his teeth pinching my skin are too delicious a distraction, and I want him all to myself. At least for a little while.
Heat follows his lips, his teeth, as he trails them along my skin, little sparks dancing with every touch. But those lovely little pinches and scrapes are too damn gentle, nothing but a tease, and I want so much more. When he withdraws even those teasing touches, a groan escapes my mouth, frustration and delight mingling as he purrs into my ear again. “Pain or pleasure?” I ask, stepping into him, almost shoving him with my shoulder as I close the distance between our bodies. “Why pick just one?” My teeth are not nearly as gentle as his were, biting down hard before I chase the pain with my tongue, my lips, my breath.
What do I want? I want to rattle these bars, to pound them into dust and let the wicked, hungry something caged inside unfurl her wings and soar. I want to dance in the middle of the thunderstorm brewing between us, completely uncontained for the first time in years. I want to leave marks on our skin, his and mine. I want my name on his lips, want him all over me, want to see how loud he can make me scream. I want to feel echoes of this moment days from now if I move too fast, aching little aftershocks jolting through my body to remind me that I am free.
“I want all of it. Show me everything.”
Heat follows his lips, his teeth, as he trails them along my skin, little sparks dancing with every touch. But those lovely little pinches and scrapes are too damn gentle, nothing but a tease, and I want so much more. When he withdraws even those teasing touches, a groan escapes my mouth, frustration and delight mingling as he purrs into my ear again. “Pain or pleasure?” I ask, stepping into him, almost shoving him with my shoulder as I close the distance between our bodies. “Why pick just one?” My teeth are not nearly as gentle as his were, biting down hard before I chase the pain with my tongue, my lips, my breath.
What do I want? I want to rattle these bars, to pound them into dust and let the wicked, hungry something caged inside unfurl her wings and soar. I want to dance in the middle of the thunderstorm brewing between us, completely uncontained for the first time in years. I want to leave marks on our skin, his and mine. I want my name on his lips, want him all over me, want to see how loud he can make me scream. I want to feel echoes of this moment days from now if I move too fast, aching little aftershocks jolting through my body to remind me that I am free.
“I want all of it. Show me everything.”
Daeryssa
of the restless heart
