( nothing matters but her, the sensations overwhelming between them, the hitch of her breath, the scent of her skin, the heat of her blood high on her cheeks. he clutches her just as she clings for him, the firm insistence in her embrace returned and shared. he isn't going anywhere. (he's never been anywhere else but for her.) she isn't; the intensity in which he murmurs to her and the ardor in which he drinks her in is in want and devotion of that.
she doesn't only want him. she knows him, and wants him.
she knows this. she wants this. he surrenders.
when she comes he feels it in the fever of her body slotted against his, the bite of her nails in his skin. she undoes him. he drives his hips relentlessly down into hers, presses her deep into the mattress, groaning into her kiss as the cresting waves of his release follow hers. his breath is heavy; his hands run up and down her side. one moment floods and blends into the next; the surge of his body slows but does not halt. the sweat cools and builds on his skin; he grabs at her and rolls beneath her, one hand cradling her neck, the other smoothing down her chest and around her hips.
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
she doesn't only want him. she knows him, and wants him.
she knows this. she wants this. he surrenders.
when she comes he feels it in the fever of her body slotted against his, the bite of her nails in his skin. she undoes him. he drives his hips relentlessly down into hers, presses her deep into the mattress, groaning into her kiss as the cresting waves of his release follow hers. his breath is heavy; his hands run up and down her side. one moment floods and blends into the next; the surge of his body slows but does not halt. the sweat cools and builds on his skin; he grabs at her and rolls beneath her, one hand cradling her neck, the other smoothing down her chest and around her hips.
hybrid stamina)