03-14-2017, 04:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-14-2017, 05:57 PM by Disastardly.)
So damn many reasons why they should stop. He was right, after all. She probably wasn’t capable of keeping that promise, probably didn’t have it in her to love so whole-heartedly, but she couldn’t seem to make herself care. Not while her touch was making him gasp and groan, making his hard-won control slip, not while he was so goddamn close, pressing down on her, almost pressing into her. She moaned as he jerked her into position under him, her head falling back as he kissed her bared throat, her chest, arching to meet him as he rocked against her again and cursed her name against her skin.
“Mmm...Dov...” Her voice was husky, heavy with need as she drew out his name, but he pulled back again, back but not quite away, just to look at her. She could feel the path of his eyes as they traversed her sin, searing, stoking the fire burning inside her higher and higher.
“You’re going to regret this. You’re gonna hate me,” he warned, and she laughed just a little, a quiet breath out that shook her chest. “Maybe,” she agreed, nodding and stretching up catch his lips again, the weight of their words sliding off her skin as she lost herself in his touch, in the taste of him, the feel of him against her. Maybe she would have had a clever comeback, or even a quiet reassurance to offer if he’d stopped talking there.
He didn’t.
“But you’re gonna love it first,” he crooned, and proved it to her. Slowly, gently, leaving her breathless and moaning his name. So goddamn gentle, even when she tried to rush him, even when she begged him with her body and her eyes and the desperate, frantic sounds she made as he coaxed her body higher, higher. God, he wasn’t wrong. It scared her just how right he was, how good it felt like this. She fought just a little, fear pushing her to try to bring them back to safer ground.
Until he captured her gaze again, wrapping her up in endless, infinite black.
And she let go. She slowed to match him, to meet him in the middle of her fear. She watched in awe as that fear melted away, and she lost herself in loving him, lost herself in black eyes that saw through to her soul, lost herself in Dovev. And reflected in the odd mirror of those eyes, she found herself. Saw herself, for once in her life, as something other than the snarky, ruthless, vicious bitch she’d spent her life trying to be to stay safe. To stay whole, when it would be so easy, so goddamn easy to turn into her spineless mother, throwing herself away on a man who barely acknowledged her, tearing herself apart for the sake of a love that would never, ever be.
The woman she saw reflected in Dov’s eyes could be brave. She was a different kind of strong, a softer strength that made her brown eyes shine. Not hiding behind spikes and thorns and barbed words, but reaching out and touching her lover, letting herself connect with him instead of just fucking him and revelling in the addictive mingling of pain and pleasure. Open, for once, to so much more.
And after, lying tangled up in him with her head resting on his chest, she pressed a kiss into his skin, one of countless she’d given him since wrapping around him to share her warmth. Her breath was still ragged and uneven, her heartbeat still slowing gradually down, delicious little twitches in her muscles and an achy, satisfied glow permeating her whole body with something that dangerously resembled peace. “Well...shit,” she murmured inelegantly, a quiet little laugh escaping her as she brushed the soft of her nose along her lover’s chest. “You were right about one thing, at least. That was...damn, Dov.”
“Mmm...Dov...” Her voice was husky, heavy with need as she drew out his name, but he pulled back again, back but not quite away, just to look at her. She could feel the path of his eyes as they traversed her sin, searing, stoking the fire burning inside her higher and higher.
“You’re going to regret this. You’re gonna hate me,” he warned, and she laughed just a little, a quiet breath out that shook her chest. “Maybe,” she agreed, nodding and stretching up catch his lips again, the weight of their words sliding off her skin as she lost herself in his touch, in the taste of him, the feel of him against her. Maybe she would have had a clever comeback, or even a quiet reassurance to offer if he’d stopped talking there.
He didn’t.
“But you’re gonna love it first,” he crooned, and proved it to her. Slowly, gently, leaving her breathless and moaning his name. So goddamn gentle, even when she tried to rush him, even when she begged him with her body and her eyes and the desperate, frantic sounds she made as he coaxed her body higher, higher. God, he wasn’t wrong. It scared her just how right he was, how good it felt like this. She fought just a little, fear pushing her to try to bring them back to safer ground.
Until he captured her gaze again, wrapping her up in endless, infinite black.
And she let go. She slowed to match him, to meet him in the middle of her fear. She watched in awe as that fear melted away, and she lost herself in loving him, lost herself in black eyes that saw through to her soul, lost herself in Dovev. And reflected in the odd mirror of those eyes, she found herself. Saw herself, for once in her life, as something other than the snarky, ruthless, vicious bitch she’d spent her life trying to be to stay safe. To stay whole, when it would be so easy, so goddamn easy to turn into her spineless mother, throwing herself away on a man who barely acknowledged her, tearing herself apart for the sake of a love that would never, ever be.
The woman she saw reflected in Dov’s eyes could be brave. She was a different kind of strong, a softer strength that made her brown eyes shine. Not hiding behind spikes and thorns and barbed words, but reaching out and touching her lover, letting herself connect with him instead of just fucking him and revelling in the addictive mingling of pain and pleasure. Open, for once, to so much more.
And after, lying tangled up in him with her head resting on his chest, she pressed a kiss into his skin, one of countless she’d given him since wrapping around him to share her warmth. Her breath was still ragged and uneven, her heartbeat still slowing gradually down, delicious little twitches in her muscles and an achy, satisfied glow permeating her whole body with something that dangerously resembled peace. “Well...shit,” she murmured inelegantly, a quiet little laugh escaping her as she brushed the soft of her nose along her lover’s chest. “You were right about one thing, at least. That was...damn, Dov.”