( he wants to savor the sensual dominance of her control as much as he thrills in wielding his own. truth be told, in moments just as primal and lost as this, he is desperate to see her fray and snap and claim him. desperate enough to provoke or persuade her with his hands, his mouth, his insistence where he verbally still cannot.
he wants to be made to submit. he wants to lose himself in that oblivion; he wants the safety and fear and vulnerability that comes with it. (he wanted to feel her want in the beginning. he wanted that reassurance and wonder and delection. now he knows it. now he finds himself sinking into it, earnest and wanting to rule and be ruled by it.) after all this time he wants it now, again; he needs her.
he feels the tension in her jaw as she bears down on him; he gasps too, voice strangled, as her nails score his shoulder and his chest. he takes the opportunity, forcing his tongue into her mouth, seeking to caress her tongue, to taste her blood intermingling against their senses, to run that caress down the length one sharp fang. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
he wants to be made to submit. he wants to lose himself in that oblivion; he wants the safety and fear and vulnerability that comes with it. (he wanted to feel her want in the beginning. he wanted that reassurance and wonder and delection. now he knows it. now he finds himself sinking into it, earnest and wanting to rule and be ruled by it.) after all this time he wants it now, again; he needs her.
he feels the tension in her jaw as she bears down on him; he gasps too, voice strangled, as her nails score his shoulder and his chest. he takes the opportunity, forcing his tongue into her mouth, seeking to caress her tongue, to taste her blood intermingling against their senses, to run that caress down the length one sharp fang. )