04-20-2016, 05:14 PM
Well. Wish granted. God, I can barely move and I'm still trailing my lips along his skin, reveling in the faint little tingles that are all that remains of the storm that raged between us. I lick blood off his neck, and if I had any energy left I'd be all over him again remembering how it got there. Instead, my eyelids drift half-shut and I breathe out a satisfied sigh.
His question has my lips curling in a lascivious little grin. “Mmm, that will do...” I leer at him as I taste the salt of his skin, breathing in the mingled scents of blood and sweat and sex. “For now.” I may be running on empty at the moment, but I don't think I'm finished with him just yet. And the feel of his lips on my skin makes me think he'll have no problem with that idea.
Later.
Right now I'm about ready to collapse into a heap of exhausted satisfaction, and I can't feel even an echo of those old cage bars. If I could manage it, I'd be purring, and all I want to do is sprawl out in a pool of sunlight and bask in this delicious glowing feeling for a while. For half a second I wonder again if he'd be up for finding some new blood to play with too, because now that I've had a taste of what I've been missing...mmm, but asking would require too much energy, and it'll keep.
As I trace idle patterns into the skin of his shoulder I wonder if it's always like this, or if it's being with him that made it so electric. I've never wanted anyone else so ferociously, never felt lightning dancing in my veins just being near someone. Oh, there was the giddy little rush of a first crush, some blue-eyed girl whose name I don't even remember anymore, but that was nothing in comparison. Sweet and soft and tentative, and far too gentle. This, with Jack, was dark and hungry and glorious, ecstasy raging through my whole body. Is it him, or just that I've changed so much since that first flirtatious encounter with a cute stranger?
I bite him again just to keep him on his toes – apparently I have that much energy left, anyhow – and then arch my back, stretching languid muscles and wondering if it would be rude to curl up for a nap right here. There's a promising ray of sunlight practically murmuring my name. Ryss. Ah, fuck it. Rude or not, I can't find it in me to resist and I sprawl out in the sunlight, leering up at Jack through the veil of my eyelashes. “We should do that again sometime when I can stand.”
His question has my lips curling in a lascivious little grin. “Mmm, that will do...” I leer at him as I taste the salt of his skin, breathing in the mingled scents of blood and sweat and sex. “For now.” I may be running on empty at the moment, but I don't think I'm finished with him just yet. And the feel of his lips on my skin makes me think he'll have no problem with that idea.
Later.
Right now I'm about ready to collapse into a heap of exhausted satisfaction, and I can't feel even an echo of those old cage bars. If I could manage it, I'd be purring, and all I want to do is sprawl out in a pool of sunlight and bask in this delicious glowing feeling for a while. For half a second I wonder again if he'd be up for finding some new blood to play with too, because now that I've had a taste of what I've been missing...mmm, but asking would require too much energy, and it'll keep.
As I trace idle patterns into the skin of his shoulder I wonder if it's always like this, or if it's being with him that made it so electric. I've never wanted anyone else so ferociously, never felt lightning dancing in my veins just being near someone. Oh, there was the giddy little rush of a first crush, some blue-eyed girl whose name I don't even remember anymore, but that was nothing in comparison. Sweet and soft and tentative, and far too gentle. This, with Jack, was dark and hungry and glorious, ecstasy raging through my whole body. Is it him, or just that I've changed so much since that first flirtatious encounter with a cute stranger?
I bite him again just to keep him on his toes – apparently I have that much energy left, anyhow – and then arch my back, stretching languid muscles and wondering if it would be rude to curl up for a nap right here. There's a promising ray of sunlight practically murmuring my name. Ryss. Ah, fuck it. Rude or not, I can't find it in me to resist and I sprawl out in the sunlight, leering up at Jack through the veil of my eyelashes. “We should do that again sometime when I can stand.”
Daeryssa
of the restless heart
