Maybe she should tell him no, shift away to a place where she is not between a man she loves and a violent sea. So that she can think about what is happening. Make sure that he wants her for reasons he won't regret, or ask him if he’s just “settling up” taking what he is owed for her betrayal. That might be the sensible thing to do, but this is Brigade and he does not lie to her or give her anything that isn’t real. Kensa knows that in a soul deep way that makes him all the more consuming.
The crash of the waves was meaningless a moment ago. Now each break speaks a carnal language, ancient words for hunger and need. A free-verse thrumming against the cliffs, against the waves rolling together and coming apart.
His teeth sink into her flesh and she makes a low sound in her throat. Cold mist sprays over them and she shifts her weight to support him, whispering his name as he settles against her. There is a soft encouragement in her voice, but a strain of impatient desire almost drowns it out.
Brigade presses into her and she forgets her impatience, the worry that tugged at her. She savors his sweetness, welcomes his ferocity. Kensa is so aware of him, and when he presses a kiss to her shoulder her head is turned back to catch his lips—fleeting, desperate.
Neck arched, her chocolate-chestnut coat is dark with sweat when she shudders for him, gives him the pleasure of feeling her succumb beneath him. He says her name and the sound is far away but all around her like the sound of the ocean and the sunrise glowing on the pale beauty of her face, flashing over the gold buried in her skin. Kensa says his name like a siren, summoning him, praising and pleading.
@[Brigade]
