10-16-2017, 10:27 PM
tantalize
I’ll believe in you and trust
On the day you finally see that the way you treated me
Was a far cry from loveHe is… Perfection.
She had always been drawn to the unfixable ones, thinking she could be their salvation. Could mend things that were beyond mending. Thinking maybe, just maybe, she could save them. That was before, before her love was placed in the wrong hands that snapped her heart completely in two. Before it had been stepped on, abused and bruised, and left to fester and rot on the floor in the burning sun.
She had her own wounds to consider, her own brokenness to contend with. She cares nothing for fixing anyone anymore including herself. Until he came along and dared to unearth her solitude, to wipe the soil away from her decaying coffin. For once she doesn’t want to fix this dark man with the haunted eyes and brooding soul. His cracks and shadows only seem to reach trembling fingers to her own and now she locks her shaking hand to his, letting him pull her into the fire they both need to stay alive.
The deep laughter that rumbles from his chest brings a strong surge of raw affection for him. She finds that the sound is better than the crashing of the waves against rocks, better than the thunder that follows a summer storm, better then what she had imagined in her dreams.
That which laid dormant for centuries slowly begins to awaken, drowsy but brought back to life as he stokes her flesh with his hungry mouth. There is tension in her muscles as her body fights to relax, to fully succumb to the pleasure he is offering. As her damp skin clings to his chest, (blazing beneath the soot and scars) and the humidity of the foliage presses in, she is lost in the fever dream he has created. Tilting her head to his as his mouth greedily finds hers, giving in to his need as her own begins to surface. Heart in her throat, sharp gasps of breath as he uncovers delicate spots along her body that she had long forgotten.
The thrumming of his pulse matching her own as her desire courses through her veins like a wildfire. She had forgotten what it was like to feel flushed and wanton, to move sensually against the strong body of a man. To coax out such a guttural primal response in him and feel the way he hardens against her. Because of her. She could kiss him forever, drown in the blaze of his heat as his tongue moves against hers. The way he covets her lips with his own, the way his teeth finds the sensitive nerves that send tingles of delight further below.
She is memorized, seeing nothing but red and black as the rest of the world falls away. All that matters is him, the way he beckons to her defeated heart, placing it over the open hearth of his flame. Stirring it back to life. That moment she lays her cards on the table before him (raw and gentle), he holds them close to himself. The few seconds of peace between their passionate kisses, the calm before the storm, where he promises he won’t let her down. There is brief hesitance, still guarded, still unsure if she can fully trust him.
His lips are trailing along her shivering spine, teeth plucking at the exposed flesh of her ribs, finding the soft skin beneath her thighs. Her moans fall unbidden from her lips, writhing beneath the firm but heated touch as he teasingly works his way to her flank. Her breath quickening, her heart thumping frantically as her own desire begins to climb over the thick wall she has built. Slowly, unable to stop herself, she begins to part herself before him. Lashes flutter, eyes close as she presses into his exploration of her body. He becomes more firm, more possessive, moving ever downward and she is so tense with anticipation. Her tail that had been clamped so firmly loosening slightly as his mouth explores further and further and further…
As the warmth of his breath heats the most sensitive part of her, she finds she is holding her own breath.
When his mouth finds the most intimate part of her, she is completely his.
The unexpected pleasure as he tastes her, she melts beneath his touch. The groan of desire that escapes from soft parted lips is raw and unbridled, her hooves digging into the earth before her as her neck bends and twists, moaning aloud and panting raggedly with the rhythmic movements of his tongue. The vibration from his low hum of lust nearly bringing her to completion alone. Pressing back into him but he is not the only one who knows the ways of her name. Teasing, moving his expert touch to the back of her legs, avoiding that which he knows she wants.
And she does want it. For no one has ever handled her body so well, had been able to bring her such heat. She is on the verge of begging, brought so close only to be tempted further. Tossing her finely dished head, hazy iris’s of gold finding the burning inferno of red. No words are needed in the sexual nature of her stare. Her tail lifted as she pushes once more against him, teeth bared and gritted as she half growls, half purrs to him. Wet petals parting to blossom before him.
She had been so afraid of never being able to enjoy sex again. The fear that lingers beneath the sweaty surface of her spotted coat slowly ebbs away as he mounts her. As he slides within her and draws her closer. Slowly she relaxes, slowly she sighs. Molten gold hidden beneath the dark lashes that flutter as she exhales his name softly. Soft sharp cries of satisfaction as he consumes her, covets her, craves and worships her body as the abandoned temple it was. Her name is said with reverence as it is whispered into velvet ears. Raising her head back until it’s pressed against his own, as his teeth pull lightly at the back of her raven mane, placing hard intense kisses along the slope of her neck.
She knows he is capable of so much and yet he respects her wishes, handling her with care and compassion. The old heat licks and flickers at her core, spreads within her belly, climbs into her chest and rises to her throat. She can hear the waves of the ocean ringing in her ears, smell the salt of his skin mixed with the brine of her own. And then she unravels beneath him, crying out his name as her body convulses and gives in to the way he had moved inside her. In return, he responds with a soft erotic groan of her name and she can feel him pulse within her.
She is a trembling mess of exhaustion. Giving in to the swelling sea of his ardent touch, fighting the mental battle to overcome her fear. The jaguar mare with her shining spots in the fine sheen of sweat, damp tendrils of ebony clinging to the curve of her jaw as he draws her to his embrace. Murmuring her name into the tangled curls of her mane as she presses her face to his neck and sobs. Not because she is upset, no, because she has never thought she could feel such a thing again. Never thought she could feel like a woman again. Hot tears rolling against the black of his skin, releasing herself from all the pain that had hardened around her heart and blackened her soul. The emotions that roll within her chest are overwhelming and she clings to him as the storm passes within her.
As the final remains of his flickering flames burn away the destructive residue inside, leaving her reborn.
Cleansed.
@[Offspring]