02-01-2019, 01:05 AM
you were a vision in the morning
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you
.
She has imagined him touching her more times than she would ever admit, and even in her most sensual dreams, it never compared to this. Dreaming of him, and actually having him, were two so very different things, but only because physically having him was so much better. The feel of his tongue against her is enough to send her spiraling into a quivering mess of gasps and breathless moans, until her mind is clouded and there are stars behind her eyes. Beneath her blue-roan coat her muscles ripple and tremble, with such an intensity into her very core that she can feel her legs nearly begin to give way in the wake of her full release. She can’t even fully comprehend what just happened, but all she knows is it has left her breathless, and somehow both spent and yet simultaneously wanting more.
With her breath still catching in her throat, a shiver once again races the length of her spine when he finds his place on top of her. She can feel her heart beginning to race, with nerves and anticipation as she realizes what is about to happen; finally. Even though she has always been his, every single part of her heart and her soul, she wanted her body to be his, too. When his touch trails along her neck, she nearly melts, and when her gold-blazed head tilts to receive his kiss she can do nothing but think, I love you.
There is a soft, involuntary gasp when he enters, and for a moment she grows tense; adjusting to the feeling of him inside of her, but never flinching away. But he doesn’t move, and slowly, she relaxes, even as his teeth find leverage in her skin, even when she feels his breath as it fans across her neck. Something about his ragged breathing sends her pulse racing again, and if her want had ever began to wane after already climaxing, it is reignited, into a stronger, hotter flame. ”Rhae?” His name is nearly a whisper, but the single syllable is heavy, aching, relishing the feeling of the warmth of his body on top of hers and his thoughts still storming into her mind. The longer he waits, the hotter her skin begins to flush, and again she finds herself pressing back into him.
But then, he moves, a swift motion that again makes her gasp, a shudder traveling through her at the strange but pleasant feeling of him inside of her. The sound of her name uttered as a moan from his mouth makes her heart flutter, the feelings of want, and love, and lust becoming so tangled that she can no longer tell them apart – and even though she is young and naive, she cannot help but to think that this is exactly the way it is supposed to be. The way that their bodies fit together so perfectly, as if they had already done this before, and not just a thousand times in their dreams. If there was any discomfort at her body adjusting to movement inside of her, it is overshadowed by the passion that courses in currents through her veins, and all she can think about is pleasing him. Her hips rock back to meet his movements willingly, and she is no longer in control of the sounds that fall from her lips – his name leaving her tongue breathy and hoarse, her moans mingling with his own.
Everything around her has slowly faded away, and as far as she is concerned, her and Rhaegor are the only two living souls left in the world.
With her breath still catching in her throat, a shiver once again races the length of her spine when he finds his place on top of her. She can feel her heart beginning to race, with nerves and anticipation as she realizes what is about to happen; finally. Even though she has always been his, every single part of her heart and her soul, she wanted her body to be his, too. When his touch trails along her neck, she nearly melts, and when her gold-blazed head tilts to receive his kiss she can do nothing but think, I love you.
There is a soft, involuntary gasp when he enters, and for a moment she grows tense; adjusting to the feeling of him inside of her, but never flinching away. But he doesn’t move, and slowly, she relaxes, even as his teeth find leverage in her skin, even when she feels his breath as it fans across her neck. Something about his ragged breathing sends her pulse racing again, and if her want had ever began to wane after already climaxing, it is reignited, into a stronger, hotter flame. ”Rhae?” His name is nearly a whisper, but the single syllable is heavy, aching, relishing the feeling of the warmth of his body on top of hers and his thoughts still storming into her mind. The longer he waits, the hotter her skin begins to flush, and again she finds herself pressing back into him.
But then, he moves, a swift motion that again makes her gasp, a shudder traveling through her at the strange but pleasant feeling of him inside of her. The sound of her name uttered as a moan from his mouth makes her heart flutter, the feelings of want, and love, and lust becoming so tangled that she can no longer tell them apart – and even though she is young and naive, she cannot help but to think that this is exactly the way it is supposed to be. The way that their bodies fit together so perfectly, as if they had already done this before, and not just a thousand times in their dreams. If there was any discomfort at her body adjusting to movement inside of her, it is overshadowed by the passion that courses in currents through her veins, and all she can think about is pleasing him. Her hips rock back to meet his movements willingly, and she is no longer in control of the sounds that fall from her lips – his name leaving her tongue breathy and hoarse, her moans mingling with his own.
Everything around her has slowly faded away, and as far as she is concerned, her and Rhaegor are the only two living souls left in the world.
chryseis
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