07-22-2017, 08:41 PM
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color.
but we were in screaming color.
The sea is tumultuous and wild, but it cannot compare to the adrenaline surging through her veins, nor the yearning and desire stirring within the pit of her belly. With her lips pressed against his, she cannot hear anything but the pounding of her own heart, the fervent breathing against hot and tender skin, the taste of him lingering long after his mouth has traveled elsewhere.
She is lost in the dull roar of the distant ocean and the rumbling groan rising from the depths of his throat, reverberating across her russet skin, as his tongue and teeth rake over where it fades away into a soft indigo.
She can feel the urgency in each touch – his mouth pressing, seeking the delicate crevices of her sloping curves – still youthful, but coming into her own, just as he had. She is trembling, but with uncertainty or enthrallment she cannot say – her mind is a blur of emotion, but though she had never felt such an incredible hunger before, she does not shy away from it.
His lips and teeth stroke and graze across the sensitive skin of her throat, and down between the dense muscle of her chest, tasting where bone and sinew linger across the hardened line of her shoulder. Pressing her back into the shadow of the hollowed cave, she is shrouded in darkness, lit only by the pale light of the waning sun.
She is just as enamored with him – her own lips, greedy and aching to feel the throbbing pulse of his heartbeat, gently presses kisses along his jaw line, his neck and over the slope of his neck. Her long, spiraling horns scrape across the jagged rock as her wavy, tousled tresses fall across her cheek as she entangles herself in the auburn of his wayward tresses, losing herself in the lingering scent of musk and sea breeze that lay across his skin.
But soon, he is insatiable, trailing along the length of her lithe and willowy form, touching the heat of his tongue against the rounded curve of her hip and along the base of her spine, stirring a hitched gasp from her throat.
His chest is pressed against her hip, and there is a moment of silence – of baited breath, of two ragged heartbeats and a growing ache deep within her core, and imploringly, her vivid eyes seek out his own. Time seemingly comes to a halt, and she is quiet, tracing the curve of his jaw, the hollow of his cheek – the bright, longing brown eyes boring into her own.
His jaw touches her hip, laying perfectly along the curve of bone that lay there, and a shiver climbs the slope of her spine, spreading over her shoulders as a coy smile touches the dark indigo of her lips, though it is her mind that is speaking to him and not her words.
I want this, and then, don’t stop – I want you.
She is lost in the dull roar of the distant ocean and the rumbling groan rising from the depths of his throat, reverberating across her russet skin, as his tongue and teeth rake over where it fades away into a soft indigo.
She can feel the urgency in each touch – his mouth pressing, seeking the delicate crevices of her sloping curves – still youthful, but coming into her own, just as he had. She is trembling, but with uncertainty or enthrallment she cannot say – her mind is a blur of emotion, but though she had never felt such an incredible hunger before, she does not shy away from it.
His lips and teeth stroke and graze across the sensitive skin of her throat, and down between the dense muscle of her chest, tasting where bone and sinew linger across the hardened line of her shoulder. Pressing her back into the shadow of the hollowed cave, she is shrouded in darkness, lit only by the pale light of the waning sun.
She is just as enamored with him – her own lips, greedy and aching to feel the throbbing pulse of his heartbeat, gently presses kisses along his jaw line, his neck and over the slope of his neck. Her long, spiraling horns scrape across the jagged rock as her wavy, tousled tresses fall across her cheek as she entangles herself in the auburn of his wayward tresses, losing herself in the lingering scent of musk and sea breeze that lay across his skin.
But soon, he is insatiable, trailing along the length of her lithe and willowy form, touching the heat of his tongue against the rounded curve of her hip and along the base of her spine, stirring a hitched gasp from her throat.
His chest is pressed against her hip, and there is a moment of silence – of baited breath, of two ragged heartbeats and a growing ache deep within her core, and imploringly, her vivid eyes seek out his own. Time seemingly comes to a halt, and she is quiet, tracing the curve of his jaw, the hollow of his cheek – the bright, longing brown eyes boring into her own.
His jaw touches her hip, laying perfectly along the curve of bone that lay there, and a shiver climbs the slope of her spine, spreading over her shoulders as a coy smile touches the dark indigo of her lips, though it is her mind that is speaking to him and not her words.
I want this, and then, don’t stop – I want you.
Prevail
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