12-13-2018, 10:54 AM
She is absolutely drowning in him.
Quiet, level-headed Briseis finally found herself completely and utterly lost in someone else, so much so that even without the veil of shadow around them she never would have heard or saw anyone else to begin with. She is too far gone to rationalize anything the way she usually would. Any doubts that she could possibly have are immediately obliterated by his touch that travels the curves and angles of her body, involuntary shivering in his wake and pressing closer to him. Every inch of her is aching for him, her blood coursing like fire in her veins as she tries to control the way her heart is thundering in her chest, and the way her breathing quickens as his touch grows firmer and travels further back.
By the time his teeth are edging against her hip, she is on the verge of losing control. She is coiled tight in anticipation, nearly shaking from the desire she wears like a cloak. It is a relief when he finally envelopes her, his masculine frame easing over top of hers, and then finally, the feel of him inside of her. The low moan that builds in her throat in response could have almost been a sigh of relief, and the sound of her name from his lips, and the feel of it against her skin, makes her body tremble in want.
Even as her mind becomes lost in a fog, there is still a part of her that can recognizes how different this is from anything else she has experienced. It was not simply lust. She didn’t just want him like this. She wanted him, in every way possible; she wanted him now, but she also wanted him when it was over. She wanted to be his, a notion that was so foreign to her she still can’t fully comprehend it. When this was over, she would second-guess herself — she would second-guess him, thinking there was no way it was possible that someone so irresistible could ever think of her in the same way. But for now, she is so lost in how it feels to be beneath him that she can’t even find the heart to doubt any of it.
Somehow, he still didn’t feel close enough. Her trembling body presses back into him, her jaw clenching against the onslaught of need and desire that are almost becoming too much. ”Show me,” Her voice is quiet but brimming with everything that she cannot say, nearly melting against his sensuous caress as she says in a heavy whisper, ”Show me that you want me just as badly as I want you.”
@[Ether]
Quiet, level-headed Briseis finally found herself completely and utterly lost in someone else, so much so that even without the veil of shadow around them she never would have heard or saw anyone else to begin with. She is too far gone to rationalize anything the way she usually would. Any doubts that she could possibly have are immediately obliterated by his touch that travels the curves and angles of her body, involuntary shivering in his wake and pressing closer to him. Every inch of her is aching for him, her blood coursing like fire in her veins as she tries to control the way her heart is thundering in her chest, and the way her breathing quickens as his touch grows firmer and travels further back.
By the time his teeth are edging against her hip, she is on the verge of losing control. She is coiled tight in anticipation, nearly shaking from the desire she wears like a cloak. It is a relief when he finally envelopes her, his masculine frame easing over top of hers, and then finally, the feel of him inside of her. The low moan that builds in her throat in response could have almost been a sigh of relief, and the sound of her name from his lips, and the feel of it against her skin, makes her body tremble in want.
Even as her mind becomes lost in a fog, there is still a part of her that can recognizes how different this is from anything else she has experienced. It was not simply lust. She didn’t just want him like this. She wanted him, in every way possible; she wanted him now, but she also wanted him when it was over. She wanted to be his, a notion that was so foreign to her she still can’t fully comprehend it. When this was over, she would second-guess herself — she would second-guess him, thinking there was no way it was possible that someone so irresistible could ever think of her in the same way. But for now, she is so lost in how it feels to be beneath him that she can’t even find the heart to doubt any of it.
Somehow, he still didn’t feel close enough. Her trembling body presses back into him, her jaw clenching against the onslaught of need and desire that are almost becoming too much. ”Show me,” Her voice is quiet but brimming with everything that she cannot say, nearly melting against his sensuous caress as she says in a heavy whisper, ”Show me that you want me just as badly as I want you.”
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Ether]