“What have I become, my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end."
Everyone I know goes away in the end."
His body pushes roughly against hers in response to her challenge, and his promise sends a shiver of anticipation down the ridge of her spine. But there is a smile, too, a knowing and coquettish curl of her pale lips; her words had seemingly struck a chord, and even if she would adamantly deny it if asked, it had been her intention. She was already in too deep, and just like being tangled in barb wire, struggling would be useless.
She was getting exactly what she had asked for, no matter the regrets that would follow after the rush of the high wore off.
With his teeth latching onto her neck, she remains compliant, even though the harshness of it sends pinpricks of pain firing to the end of every nerve, but never uttering a sound. She had forgotten what it was like to be handled so roughly, although there had been a time when it was all she ever knew; when she never had a say in anything, when afterward left her porcelain white skin bloodied and bruised. The difference between them and Ashhal is she is not afraid of him, not even now, when every touch and move lacks even an ounce of gentleness. With the lack of fear, it left room for only unbridled desire.
She doesn’t resist when he pulls himself on top of her, although the force in which he enters causes a gasp to fall from her mouth. His movements are relentless, his teeth repeatedly pulling at her delicate skin, though it is hardly noticed by her, preoccupied by the ferocity of his rhythm. Every ounce of tension that had been building, from what had lingered from their first union so long ago, and whatever had been sparked by their more recent interactions, was finding its release now. She is powerless to it, and they both know it, and there is something decidedly pleasing in completely relinquishing what little control she had.
There is an intensity building inside of her, and even though his name is right there, precariously at the tip of her tongue, she doesn’t say it. There are only wordless gasps and breathless moans, her svelte frame beginning to writhe beneath him when she feels herself being pushed to the edge, until that coil that had been wound so tightly finally comes undone – her body shaking with the gasps that escape her. The silken strands of her mane cling to her neck that is damp with sweat, her breath still catching in her throat when a slender ear flicks back to catch his words. They elicit a breathless laugh, her head tilting to the side to address him tauntingly, ”Take me again? I’m not so sure you have anything left in you.” She is baiting him, and she knows he will catch on; it’s been years since she played this game, but she’d never forget how.
RYATAH
you could have it all, my empire of dirt
@[Ashhal]