07-01-2017, 01:31 AM
Ellyse
I'm the only one who will walk across a fire for you.
it's only fear that makes you run, the demons that you're hiding from.
All sensibility is lost; his breath is warm and tempting against her tingling skin and she is altogether breathless and captured within the moment. She is lost in the sheer, unimaginable power of it, their bodies pressed against once another beneath the enveloping light of a waning moon as There is some part of her that yearns to be wanted, and not at all unlike him – a deep desire, rooted in the very marrow of her bones, longing (for him, it is to be held, and for her, it is to be coveted – but either way, it is an all-consuming craving, threatening to swallow each of them whole). And yet, as he presses a fervent kiss to her golden skin, she can hardly breathe. There is a flickering flame beneath his touch, warm and yearning for the surface of it skin, where it can fester and burn and leave her quivering under the scalding caress of its ember. Where he had once been quiet, brooding and pining, there was a soft vulnerability carved into his hardened features – a darkening desire; a roiling, growing desire pooling within the pit of his belly as it had grown in her own.
There is so much to fuel the fire crackling within the heat of their bodies – two flittering, fading embers, stoked into a powerful, raging inferno – much of which she, herself, would never be able to fully understand. He is aching, longing, and she is heartbroken, barely pieced back together, and yet their anguish has only served to bring them together – doused in kerosene; lit with a feeble but flickering match, setting the friction into a fiery blaze.
She is burning beneath his touch, surrendering to the hunger stirring (his caresses are passionate, with such sudden fervor, pressing hardened, warm kisses wherever his pale mouth can reach, eliciting soft, breathless moans from within). His trailing kisses, firm and insistent along the length of her slender neck, stir a deep, reverberating moan, vibrating against his lips as he finally finds her own.
She is left wanting for more when his teeth travel elsewhere, touching and grazing the surface of her skin, plucking softly and pressing her supple flesh in between, lightly nipping along the subtle slope of her spine. She is writhing beneath him, unaware of any inexperience - he is aching, hungry, and her mind is heady and taken by the sheer power behind his lustful touch. She is reaching, longing to draw him nearer to her so that she, too, can make him burn beneath her own touch, but he is too captive by her own skin, finding each and every part of her that can make her gasp and croon for more of him, and she is powerless to resist.
He is passionate (she had already known this – he is passionate in his conviction, passionate in his anger, and thus, passionate in his love making) and she is entirely undone by him, drawn in with the rhythmic movement of him pulling her closer and the softly spoken words pressed against her ear. It is not long before ecstasy is rolling over her in waves, and she is breathless again and wanting, gasping his name softly as he pulls her closer again, taking her again.
In the end, she is left spent, her breaths coming in soft but heavy puffs against his dampened skin, satisfied in a way she has never been before. Softly, her murmurs her name, and she can only manage to whisper his own to him, tucking the smooth plane of her forehead beneath the crook of his neck, feeling his hammering heartbeat pound quickly within his throat.
She is laughing, then – a soft, incredulous laugh – euphoria of her own leaving her quivering and lightheaded as she presses warm, needing kisses to his skin, tasting the sweat and moonlight lingering there. ”That was ..” she begins, but there are no words to describe it (she had never felt anything like it; a satisfaction so deep it has left her quiet and thunderstruck), and so she merely touches his neck as his own touch her forehead, a soft “mm” fading away in her throat.
Stay with me, he whispers, and she reaches up to press a single kiss to the line of his jaw, where beads of sweat are shaken loose – trickling in rivulets down the length of his neck. ”I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers again, entangling herself with him while her heartbeat still thrums swiftly but steadily within the hearth of her chest.
when all your promises are gone, I'm the only one.