07-18-2017, 01:51 AM
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color.
but we were in screaming color.
His mouth is ravenous, pressing against the hollow of her throat and pressing soft, but fervent kisses where sinewy muscle and bone meet. She cannot suppress the soft hum that emerges when his teeth graze gently over the column of her neck, nestling beneath her tangled tresses, nipping softly at the flesh that lay untouched beneath. His breath is warm, caressing her skin and stirring another shiver from the very marrow of her bones, and a breath moan bubbles up from deep within – she had meant to swallow it down, to stifle it, but when the heat of his body collides with her own, and as she can feel his lips draw back to reveal a wicked smile pressed against her flesh, she is powerless to keep the contented sigh of delight from emerging.
The adrenaline is surging through her veins, setting her delicate nerve endings ablaze with a sudden, renewed vigor, and a sensation she had never known before is stirring – roiling within the pit of her belly, where a gathering of butterflies flutter. She is all too aware of the ease at which he has drawn her in (a beautiful moth to a tantalizing, flickering flame), and though there is a moment of hesitation, she cannot deny the absolute temptation of his insatiable mouth trailing down the length of her neck, the shiver elicited by the graze of his teeth across her withers, nor the way the rumbling of his deep but hoarse groan reverberates through her entire being, rousing her desire further.
And yet, with each urgent kiss lain across her delicately sloping spine, 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. She can hardly bear it, as each time his mouth is drawn away to move elsewhere, she is arching, pressing closer to him – but a moment of clarity emerges, stirring her from her reverie and quietly, softly, an insistent word presses itself into his mind.
No.
And then she is pulling away from his hungry gaze, her own boring into him with a half-lidded need – but she does not wander far, turning instead to encircle him, pressing her lips against his broad shoulder, tracing the bone that lay beneath a gleaming sheen of sweat – tasting the sulfur and sea upon him, her teeth pressing lightly into the skin beneath. Quietly, she is tracing his own spine – it is a reach for her; he is tall and coiled with sinewy muscle, but she does not stop until she is pressing a soft, but urging kiss into the crook of his hip.
Quietly, thoughtfully, she presses her echoing voice into his mind once more, curving her long and slender neck to look back towards him, as her vivid emerald gaze holds his steady.
Not here. Come with me.
And she does not wait for him to agree – with a coy smile, she is off, bounding through the thick vegetation, leaping over thin tendrils of oozing lava, carving its way through the fertile land and away from the rumbling volcano from whence it came. The sea breeze is heavy on the eastern side of the island, and when the ocean has once again become visible through the hefty haze lingering from a wayward storm, she is quiet and still again. When he is beside her again, the very same shadow of a demure smile tugs at the corner of her indigo lips, which gently brush against his shoulder – urging him on beside her, moving towards the shore and the churning and wild ocean, lapping hungrily at the densely impacted sand along the coastline.
She does not stop until she is settled before the mouth of a cave along the beach, carved from volcanic stone – quiet, secluded. It is then and only then that her gaze imploringly searches her own, and with her heart wildly beating inside of her chest, and a rush of enthrallment flooding through her veins, she presses her mouth to his, with nothing but the surf to see their entanglement.
The adrenaline is surging through her veins, setting her delicate nerve endings ablaze with a sudden, renewed vigor, and a sensation she had never known before is stirring – roiling within the pit of her belly, where a gathering of butterflies flutter. She is all too aware of the ease at which he has drawn her in (a beautiful moth to a tantalizing, flickering flame), and though there is a moment of hesitation, she cannot deny the absolute temptation of his insatiable mouth trailing down the length of her neck, the shiver elicited by the graze of his teeth across her withers, nor the way the rumbling of his deep but hoarse groan reverberates through her entire being, rousing her desire further.
And yet, with each urgent kiss lain across her delicately sloping spine, 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. She can hardly bear it, as each time his mouth is drawn away to move elsewhere, she is arching, pressing closer to him – but a moment of clarity emerges, stirring her from her reverie and quietly, softly, an insistent word presses itself into his mind.
No.
And then she is pulling away from his hungry gaze, her own boring into him with a half-lidded need – but she does not wander far, turning instead to encircle him, pressing her lips against his broad shoulder, tracing the bone that lay beneath a gleaming sheen of sweat – tasting the sulfur and sea upon him, her teeth pressing lightly into the skin beneath. Quietly, she is tracing his own spine – it is a reach for her; he is tall and coiled with sinewy muscle, but she does not stop until she is pressing a soft, but urging kiss into the crook of his hip.
Quietly, thoughtfully, she presses her echoing voice into his mind once more, curving her long and slender neck to look back towards him, as her vivid emerald gaze holds his steady.
Not here. Come with me.
And she does not wait for him to agree – with a coy smile, she is off, bounding through the thick vegetation, leaping over thin tendrils of oozing lava, carving its way through the fertile land and away from the rumbling volcano from whence it came. The sea breeze is heavy on the eastern side of the island, and when the ocean has once again become visible through the hefty haze lingering from a wayward storm, she is quiet and still again. When he is beside her again, the very same shadow of a demure smile tugs at the corner of her indigo lips, which gently brush against his shoulder – urging him on beside her, moving towards the shore and the churning and wild ocean, lapping hungrily at the densely impacted sand along the coastline.
She does not stop until she is settled before the mouth of a cave along the beach, carved from volcanic stone – quiet, secluded. It is then and only then that her gaze imploringly searches her own, and with her heart wildly beating inside of her chest, and a rush of enthrallment flooding through her veins, she presses her mouth to his, with nothing but the surf to see their entanglement.
Prevail
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