10-17-2019, 09:03 PM
OPHANIM
Perhaps his favorite thing about her is the way she stands like some ancient monument of strength, but she crumbles like ash beneath his touch. Is it because his heart pinpoints all the tiny weaknesses of the walls she had erected? Or was she always like this and he just couldn’t read her? She says he deserves the world but he couldn’t care less for any of it. A thousand little granite pebbles mean less than nothing with a diamond in his palm, he thinks. How fortunate for him that she’s a sucker for fool’s gold like him – nice to look at, but hardly worth a thing.
But he doesn’t say any of that aloud. She always gets upset when he talks like that.
And besides, he’s already distracted by her voice. He doesn’t mean to laugh when she says he’s too good for her but the sound comes tumbling from his mouth anyway. Who would he even be without her by his side? What else could be out there for him? The answer echoes across his mind the moment he thinks of the questions: nothing, nothing. He is hollow and cold without her stars to warm him.
Ophanim leans his head into her kiss and smiles with his eyes closed at the feel of her lips on him. She could be the empress of everything if she didn’t have him weighing her down and holding her back. “I think I’ve always been too hungry for your attention to even dream of loving someone else. You’re my first thought when I wake up, and my last before I sleep,” he confesses, trailing his teeth down her neck. The corners of his lips form a grin when she points out how he’s holding back and he bites softly at her shoulder.
“I want to see how long it takes before I can’t stand not having you under me,” he murmurs before kissing the bit of skin he just nipped. But the way her heart thrums in his chest pushes him to and over his limits. Her hummingbird pulse has him kissing down her spine, each little peck a bit more desperate than the last until he’s sinking his teeth into her hip. Ophanim has to pause and let out a shuddering exhale across her skin to regain some semblance of composure. She always calls him an angel but the way he wants her is awful.
He steps back only to press his chest against her, his chin coming to rest over her hips. The way the stars across her body accentuate the curves of her body make him fall a little more in love with her. It would be so easy to stare at her forever, but his heart is on fire with a hunger for her. Slowly, torturously, he lifts himself up and over her. Ophanim remains poised there as he watches her, skin burning with the electricity between them.
“Completely and absolutely mine,” he repeats as his hips surge forward at last.
But he doesn’t say any of that aloud. She always gets upset when he talks like that.
And besides, he’s already distracted by her voice. He doesn’t mean to laugh when she says he’s too good for her but the sound comes tumbling from his mouth anyway. Who would he even be without her by his side? What else could be out there for him? The answer echoes across his mind the moment he thinks of the questions: nothing, nothing. He is hollow and cold without her stars to warm him.
Ophanim leans his head into her kiss and smiles with his eyes closed at the feel of her lips on him. She could be the empress of everything if she didn’t have him weighing her down and holding her back. “I think I’ve always been too hungry for your attention to even dream of loving someone else. You’re my first thought when I wake up, and my last before I sleep,” he confesses, trailing his teeth down her neck. The corners of his lips form a grin when she points out how he’s holding back and he bites softly at her shoulder.
“I want to see how long it takes before I can’t stand not having you under me,” he murmurs before kissing the bit of skin he just nipped. But the way her heart thrums in his chest pushes him to and over his limits. Her hummingbird pulse has him kissing down her spine, each little peck a bit more desperate than the last until he’s sinking his teeth into her hip. Ophanim has to pause and let out a shuddering exhale across her skin to regain some semblance of composure. She always calls him an angel but the way he wants her is awful.
He steps back only to press his chest against her, his chin coming to rest over her hips. The way the stars across her body accentuate the curves of her body make him fall a little more in love with her. It would be so easy to stare at her forever, but his heart is on fire with a hunger for her. Slowly, torturously, he lifts himself up and over her. Ophanim remains poised there as he watches her, skin burning with the electricity between them.
“Completely and absolutely mine,” he repeats as his hips surge forward at last.
you could drown in those eyes, i said.