Her laughter washed over him, new and refreshing, tugging a faint smile to his lips as he placed sweet kisses at her spine. She nipped him playfully and he chuckled softly, nosing against her as though he couldn't possibly touch her enough. Maybe he couldn't. He couldn't seem to let go of her, even for a moment. The feel of her was electrifying, shocking his entire body into hyper-sensitivity.
She said his name -once, twice. It felt so good to hear it taste her tongue, sing from her soothing voice. It wasn't quite soothing then, though. It was maddening; made him wish she were moaning it instead. Screaming it in the throes of passion. No, he couldn't do that to her. He was villainous enough without going that far. She'd never forgive him.
"Why did you find me that day?"
She pulled him from delicious dark fantasies, and he hummed absently as though waking from sleep, reluctant to release them. He had heard her though, he just didn't know how to answer her. Another tender kiss at her nape, then teeth gripped her and dragged her down to lie with him, pulling her roughly against him. The gentleness returned immediately in butterfly kisses along her hair. He sighed.
You were like a memory, a dream, an illusion. I could see nothing else. He shook his head against her dark crimson hair. breathing in that fragrance that fueled him to touch her regardless if she wanted it or not. I still see nothing else. Even when you are gone. Had he always been able to speak so kindly, so sweetly? He couldn't remember. He never had since as far back as his memory went. But it stopped abruptly, and so there was no knowing for sure. It didn't matter. She was here, and he did it for her. And he meant it.
And why do you allow me to touch you so? He emphasized it with a playful bite high on her neck, more lingering lover's kisses. How long would he last until he was trying to arouse her? Just like that first day.
No, he would control himself. It couldn't be that hard, right?
She said his name -once, twice. It felt so good to hear it taste her tongue, sing from her soothing voice. It wasn't quite soothing then, though. It was maddening; made him wish she were moaning it instead. Screaming it in the throes of passion. No, he couldn't do that to her. He was villainous enough without going that far. She'd never forgive him.
"Why did you find me that day?"
She pulled him from delicious dark fantasies, and he hummed absently as though waking from sleep, reluctant to release them. He had heard her though, he just didn't know how to answer her. Another tender kiss at her nape, then teeth gripped her and dragged her down to lie with him, pulling her roughly against him. The gentleness returned immediately in butterfly kisses along her hair. He sighed.
You were like a memory, a dream, an illusion. I could see nothing else. He shook his head against her dark crimson hair. breathing in that fragrance that fueled him to touch her regardless if she wanted it or not. I still see nothing else. Even when you are gone. Had he always been able to speak so kindly, so sweetly? He couldn't remember. He never had since as far back as his memory went. But it stopped abruptly, and so there was no knowing for sure. It didn't matter. She was here, and he did it for her. And he meant it.
And why do you allow me to touch you so? He emphasized it with a playful bite high on her neck, more lingering lover's kisses. How long would he last until he was trying to arouse her? Just like that first day.
No, he would control himself. It couldn't be that hard, right?
