[mature] Je n'ai jamais eu besoin de toi

[Bardot]

Bardot

I know what sin is

There is no tearing her gaze from his as he pulls himself onto her back and she feels the familiar weight of him settling over her. There is only minimal discomfort this time but it’s quickly forgotten as he quickly claims her and all thoughts of not belonging to each other fall to the wayside as she inhales sharply with surprise and longing. He smears mud against her sides and she throws her head back threateningly but there is laughter in those golden eyes that fades into something smoldering as she gasps and lets him consume her. There is a freedom that was missing last time. That first time when she was uncertain and unaware of what exactly to expect. Now she can appreciate the way he deftly handles her body, the way he moves within her, can see the mirror image of her pleasure reflected in his own stormy gaze. She ignores the scandalized horses in the distance, keeping her gaze focused on him and only him until Tunnel’s teeth find purchase on her withers and she shudders beneath him. Bite after bite and she feels herself slipping against smooth pebbles and slippery mud. She almost buckles beneath his voracious appetite until he pulls her back to him and she gives a sharp cry of pleasure as he stokes her fires again and again and again. It doesn’t take him long to bring her where she needs to be, after torturous months of dreaming and wanting and needing him, needing this. He groans against her shoulder and she releases against him, unable to stop the raw feral noise that escapes her (his name lost somewhere in her vocal tempest) as she shivers and writhes. He does not let her go even though she is sure he can feel her trembling, his voice rumbling against her ear and she laughs breathily in response. “Do you see me begging?” She asks as she tosses her head and glances back at where he still lingers on her, inside her. The glint in her gaze lets him know that she knows exactly where that little comment will land her. But he is not wrong, she had wanted this. Badly. And she was loathe to let him leave her again so easily.

They may call me a sinner, but I am at peace with myself;

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