Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
I’m yours.
The words stir to life something so hungry and possessive within him that he barely recognizes it as a piece of himself. But it is entirely him, wanting and needy, longing so much to hold her close and never let her escape. She’s not meant to be caged though. And he wants her, genuine and real and his without question or coercion. He wants to know she would choose him of her own volition, over and over again.
He closes his eyes as she traces her lips over his jaw, losing himself in the sweet warmth of her touch, his skin heating almost unbearably. The shadows feel cool and impersonal next to this, so fleeting and ephemeral when compared to the reality of her pressed so closely against him. He’d been missing so much, and he’d never even known it. Now though, he’s not certain he would ever want to continue without this. He’d been so blissful in his ignorance, but she’d awoken far more than the sleeping beast within him.
So take me.
His eyes snap open as a sudden flush of heat shudders through him with those words. His golden eyes devour her, forever painting this beautiful, wanton image of her in his memories. His lips find the corner of her mouth then, tracing their way along the delicate lines of her nose and jaw. Slowly, achingly. He moves forward then, lips brushing soft caresses along her neck, her shoulder.
His touches begin to lose their gentle subtlety as he continues his exploration, giving way to something less-refined, more demanding. By the time he has reached her hip, his heart is thudding too loudly, his desires and instincts too insistent. There is little thought left beyond his need for her, beyond his faint understanding of an age-old dance.
He scrapes his teeth along her hip, harder than before, though not enough to draw blood. His golden gaze is nearly feral as presses against her, nostrils flaring. She is his. Entirely. He pulls himself on top of her, his knees gripping her hips, her ribs, until he is able to push himself inside of her. He moves slowly, so slowly, losing himself in the bliss of her. When he’s firmly seated, he groans softly against her spine, breathing her name against the satin of her skin. “Briseis.”
She is perfect. So utterly perfect. A hungry, alien part of him wants this to last forever, knowing her could drive her to the brink of madness over and over again. Another part of him wants only to drive into her, to make her his in every way possible. The only thing he knows with certainty however, is that he would give her whatever she wanted.
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