06-30-2018, 09:22 AM
There was no explanation for the electricity that hummed between them. Surrounding by the gentle touch of his warmth, she felt herself leaning nearer to him. It had not been so long ago that she remembered a time when her days had been filled such passion. The memory of her lover's tender caress had haunted her, even as Svedka's own lips reawakened a recklessness within her.
Unrelenting and unexpected, their reunion had transformed around them, feeding off the unsettled energy of their previous unsettled departure. It would have been a lie for her to say that she had not thought upon him since their night spent bathed in moonlight.
Mirroring her every move, Svedka keeps the distance between them nonexistent. Distracted by the fiery heat within her, the cruel touches of autumn were lost to her. Her body pressed against his, the vibration of his voice is a mere tickling at the back of her mind. She did not love him, she knew. At least, not in the way that she had loved another. No, the pull towards him was animalistic. A hunger demanding to be satisfied. Lust.
Intention lingered behind every kiss left along the curve of her. Spoken words breathed heat onto her flesh, raising it in delight. His words were but a mere formality, one she would have gladly overlooked. Meeting his gaze, she saw that he felt the same way.
"Shut up and kiss me! she demanded in a tone uncharacteristically forceful. Without awaiting his reply she pressed her lips to his, reveling in the taste of him.
She longed to forget. Desired to feel something other than the doubt that clouded her senses. And he was there, offering to help make it better.
Unrelenting and unexpected, their reunion had transformed around them, feeding off the unsettled energy of their previous unsettled departure. It would have been a lie for her to say that she had not thought upon him since their night spent bathed in moonlight.
Mirroring her every move, Svedka keeps the distance between them nonexistent. Distracted by the fiery heat within her, the cruel touches of autumn were lost to her. Her body pressed against his, the vibration of his voice is a mere tickling at the back of her mind. She did not love him, she knew. At least, not in the way that she had loved another. No, the pull towards him was animalistic. A hunger demanding to be satisfied. Lust.
Intention lingered behind every kiss left along the curve of her. Spoken words breathed heat onto her flesh, raising it in delight. His words were but a mere formality, one she would have gladly overlooked. Meeting his gaze, she saw that he felt the same way.
"Shut up and kiss me! she demanded in a tone uncharacteristically forceful. Without awaiting his reply she pressed her lips to his, reveling in the taste of him.
She longed to forget. Desired to feel something other than the doubt that clouded her senses. And he was there, offering to help make it better.
Nymf
I Have No Tears Left To Cry
@[Svedka] this is me giving you the green light to do whatever.
