[private] the world as I know it is coming to an end [mature]

[Mazikeen]

Gale’s breath catching beneath her ear when she tells him she’s his is sweet but his agreement that he is hers is sweeter and a delighted shudder courses through Mazikeen. She is still burning, her skin glowing bright, but her mind is only focused on this one thing, on him, and this time she holds nothing back. This time her tastes have changed and there is a wilder need in her. When how they begin is not enough, with him above her she moves them through different shapes. One where she can arch her back and press into him more effectively. And then one where he can dig his claws into her as he once did, and pull her as close as he can and then closer still. It is not kind, that memory, and it makes her glow brighter as wrath bleeds through her. Her vision goes blurry with it as this rage mixes with pleasure until she cannot tell which feeling is which. Her fire aura flickers around them in small bursts. Not enough to truly burn, because she wants to see when she makes more marks on him, but small flickering flames providing heat and kissing his skin while she cannot.  After, though, as she tries to catch her breath and ease her pulse, she finds that blue spot and she presses a kiss there. He is hers, and in that moment she thinks there is nothing she would not give him. m a z i k e e n .

 

@ Gale