[Just because she expects it doesn't mean she has to like it, sir. But let's be real, she's clearly not that pressed.
His fingers press and leave their marks. She sucks air through her teeth even through her kiss, the pressure of his hands against her skin feels like home. Another quick spin and she's straddling him, sinking onto his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. Her palms carve a path up his chest as his lips part from hers, then run up the sides of his neck and into his hair as his teeth and tongue do their work.
Her hips shift against his, her head gently falls back with a contented sigh, long blonde locks brushing over her shoulder blades.]
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( there is no hesitation, no pause, no thought — only ardency and fervency. if he lingers, tongue painting wet circles around pert peak straining against his touch, his fingertips drawing down her arm, it's only because every sensation intoxicates him. it's only because he knows how to touch her and how he needs to touch her.
a breathy hum rumbles in his chest as her hips implore friction against his. (that's what he wants; he wants that.) he turns his head, bites the soft mound of her other breast and pulls her negligée down with coaxing force; it slips away beneath his mouth, already open and wet above her nipple.
she feels like home. she also feels like water to his parched throat; he's desperate for her. )
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[Her mouth closes as his teeth graze her skin, her own clenching shut as she pulls another breath through them in a quick hiss. Her nails drag against his scalp she pulls her fingers free from his hair, chin tilting back down to look at him before she's placing her palms against his chest and shoving hard.
She doesn't think he'll resist.
Her arms reach behind her, undoing the clasp on her bra and discarding it before he leans forward, her now bare torso brushing against his. One hand falls flat against the mattress above his shoulder, the other slipping between them to tug impatiently at his belt.]
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( he has no protest despite the loss; on the contrary — his eyes are dark with pupils blown, revelry in her show of force in the hint of his dimples. his back hits the bed but immediately his shoulders lift from it. (he feels a rush from her bared and commanding above him. he wants to claim her; he wants her to have her way. he wants everything and in this wild passion he will take it.)
he buries her fingers in her hair, savoring the softness of her cheek and the shape of her face cradled in his palm before delighting in the silk of those locks he reveres so much. his skin sings for hers; he arcs slightly at the brush of her body, heats and melts at the slide of her hand. klaus does nothing but aid her endeavor, helping her undo his belt and shuck his jeans down his hips. )
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[She shifts above him, her foot hooking into the waist of his jeans as he shucks them down, dragging them the rest of the way with a stretch of her leg.
Good enough.
She grins wickedly as she leans in again, reclaiming his mouth as she rolls to the side, calf slipping around his hip and dragging him with her until they're laying side by side. Her heel presses into his lower back, pulling him closer. Her arms encircle his neck as her torso presses firmly against his.
Each of her movements is demanding, insatiable, as if she's trying to physically destroy any remaining distance placed between them by Wonderland's meddling.]
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( there is no distance. he eschews every inch of it, only her hands pulling him in, every part of her rediscovering and known again, wrapped up with him. his breath catches and his lashes lower at her exquisite allure and dark intent, and when her lips descend on his, his fingers are already curling into a fist into her hair, tilting her face to the side to meet her.
and he groans, face flushing hot, heart racing at the friction and pleasure of her, from the wet, tender heat of their kiss to his hard arousal pressed between them. his arm, wedged beneath her, squeezes her impossibly closer, needy as his hips roll. his other hand maps a path up her thigh, from her hip to the curve of her spine to the nape of her neck. )
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[His name spills from her mouth as she inhales a quick breath against his mouth, the touch of his hand drifting over the length of her body sending a ripple down her spine. He's so close, but it's not enough; she wants more, she needs it.
Her leg shifts even further up, over his hip bone, before an impatient hand slips between them, her abdomen tensing to create just enough room to reach lower, fingers wrapping around to stroke him a few times before she guides him between her parted thighs, pressing the tip against her entrance.
She draws her mouth away from his, opens her eyes to look at him. Her breath shudders once in anticipation, her gaze holding his with hooded eyes holding a mixture of emotion and lust.]
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( he knows. he knows with familiar, instinctual, answering heat: from the sweet tenor of his name on her lips to the soft shudder and melding of her body against his how much she wants. this. him. them. it catches his breath short before she ventures her hand between them, the shallow raggedness of it erupting into a soft grunt as her hand wraps around him and strokes him in a way that drowns all remaining thought. his hips seek her touch; his lips part with breaths of pleasure against hers.
she leads him to the wet, promising heat of her and he shudders and heats. his hand presses to her hip; his other takes her wrist to guide it around his neck. his eyes are open too, depthless and ardent, tender and lustful both. he presses them together, slow and seamless: sinking her onto him as much as he meets her. this is what she wanted. what he wants. he wraps her up close, forehead to forehead, chest to chest, and gives to her impatience just as he draws their desire out. )
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[She can't help the parting of her lips at the gentle press of him, her mouth falling open further as he sinks inside, and she exhales a long contented sigh that brushes across his face. Her hips shift slightly against his, settling her body against his even as it cries out for the heated friction she craves.
Her forehead presses harder against his as her lips press together then, stifling a groan that she firmly silences as she presses her mouth to his. The kiss is needy but doesn't last long before she's breaking her mouth away, her breathing heavy despite their relative stillness.]
I missed you.
[She missed this, a fact that she had tried to hide from as if it were wrong to seek this comfort in the midst of her grief. She wanted to miss this for the right reasons, not just because she was alone.
She does. She did. He should know.]
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( he holds her close. he holds her so close his knuckles whiten when his fingers flex; the shifting of her hips, the answering, slow strain of his own in their held stillness as agonizing as it is perfect. he wants to feel her, to embrace her, to feel the breathlessness in her kiss. he shivers; he shudders with impossible desire, with the intensity of pleasure, the deliriousness of quiet ecstasy, of the contentment, he finds with her in his arms.
his eyes open slow after their kiss. she breathes, i missed you and he shivers again with awe and with need. he holds her tighter, tangling his fingers impossibly deeper in her hair, his fist tugging gently at the root. his body presses to her in a slow surge, his breath quiet and ragged against hers.
she missed him. he knows. he knows this is right; he sees it in her eyes. he feels his own, filling his heart. he suffered that lack just as she: feeling that empty space, that empty quiet, that piece of rightness taken away. his lips bush her cheek; his eyes stay on hers. ) Every moment, without you, ( he whispers. it's a promise. an oath. )
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[Just as he shivers at the words she murmurs to him in their brief quiet, so does she shudder at his whisper, the short exchange nearly bringing her to tears. She doesn't know if she should be deliriously happy or drown in despair at needing to have had that space for so long.
She decides she'd rather cling to the first.
Her thigh and calf tense at his hip, in some futile attempt to somehow draw him closer as she exhales another desperate sigh, contenting herself with leaning in to kiss that mouth that says the things that hit her deep inside her chest, fill her heart and lungs to bursting. Her hands grasp at his back, fingers pressing into his skin as she clings to him, head tilting as her lips part, hungrier this time.]
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( he's entranced by the joy and despair intermingling in her eyes, both reflecting from him; he's entranced by her tears that shine in the dark. his heart stutters in his chest; it feels as if it stops as they share this hanging moment of bittersweet tenderness threatening to overflow. the desperation of his unyielding hold on her loosens, but his strength and fervor does not. his unclenched fist moves down the wave of her hair, down the back of her neck.
he doesn't believe he's shared in or experienced anything more beautiful or heart-aching, but he embraces the former and releases the latter just as she.
he is tense with pleasure. the stillness and slight shifts of their bodies, the touch and hunger of her mouth, the tightening of her leg around him pressing him to the brink. he does not fall over. at the last moment he finds a reserve of calm. he kisses her with fierce, tender strength edged with heat; he kisses her until he cannot kiss her anymore. until his blood is pulsing like thunder and he is aching inside of her. he smooths her hair back. his eyes open. he looks at her in the stillness of the moment, before her begins to rock into her. )
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[Her eyes open as his does, eyelashes fluttering briefly as they try to focus through the haze. Her chest presses against his with each quick breath she takes. His hand dragging through her hair brings her a necessary prompt of calm. Her gaze locks with his, lips parting with a sigh as he starts to move again, this time with purpose and intent.
Her body constricts around him, seeking friction. She wants to feel every inch of his skin, which she explores with roaming hands, palms smoothing over his shoulders, up the back of his neck, down his spine.
She rolls onto her back then, pulling him with her, longing for the press of his weight above. Her legs encircle his waist, ankles hooking at his lower back as her hips rise to meet him, to let him bury himself as deeply as he pleases.]
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( for those exquisite moments there is only the touch of her hands luring him in, the quiet yearning of her body, pushed and pulled against him by hers and his own — by his own hands at her back, around the span of her hips. he gets lost in the raw and excruciating intimacy of it; he gets lost in how he wants her and how she wants him, the depth of both in the dark and longing of his gaze.
it's not enough. it never is, and when she beckons him atop her, her legs parting around him, the depths in which he slides into her is sweet, blinding relief. he groans, breathless, the endearment of sweetheart a rumble in his throat. he does bury himself as deeply as he pleases; he could hardly assuage nor censor himself. he covers her with his body, the flush high on his cheeks as he rocks ceaselessly into her. and he whispers against her lips, his fingertips running from her hair down to her shoulder, up to her pulse —
and he whispers. he whispers everythings: about the beauty of her like this, about what she wants, what she likes, about how he wants her, about how she is everything filling the spaces of a thousand years — )
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[The concept of time ceases to matter, the room around them ceases to exist. There is just the press of the mattress at her back, the feel of his body above her, and the sounds of his voice in her ear. She soaks up the words, tucks them away in a safe place, to revisit when her own thoughts betray her, when she forgets how he sees her and can only find her own faults.
He sees them, she knows he does, but he loves them as much as the rest of her.
She holds him tightly to her, heart racing inside her chest, her cheeks flushed with need. Her lips press together, her teeth bite into her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as she tilts her hips to get what she needs, letting herself peak as he continues to whisper to her.
After the first few blissful moments, words cease to make sense, and she silences him by pressing her mouth firmly against his, stealing the air from his lungs as her lips part against his.]
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( 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.
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[Her chest rises and falls above his. Her body curves into the path of his palm down her skin, which is damp with sweat beneath his palm. She shivers once at the cool air brushing over her back now that it's no longer warmed by the mattress, her hips rolling against his slowly as his hands pass over her hips.
Her breath comes quickly, keeping up with the quick beat of her hear more so than any actual fatigue. She could do this for hours, lose herself in him until she couldn't tell where he ended and she began, and she wouldn't find cause to complain.
If anything, she'd think of it as making up for lost time.
Her forehead presses against his as she continues to catch her breath, eyelashes flicking open as she looks at him with eyes that see nothing else in the moment before they close again, head tilting so that she can fit her lips against his with feverish pressure.]
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( his breath is caught. it is caught witnessing the quiet pleasure and devotion in her opening eyes. it is caught, his lashes lowering, as her body moves over his, sitting him deep inside of her. klaus moves with her, his hand following the guide of her hips; his own lifting to meet her.
he would do this all night. he will do this all night until all that's left is the desire to hold her close and sleep. until there is nothing but the scent of her skin and the knowledge of her body and heart in his dreams. his exhale is a soft moan that her kiss consumes. his hand roams through her hair, over her shoulder, down her back. he rocks beneath her, dragging his lips from hers to seek the beat of her pulse.
his tongue is warm over the rapid rhythm and the sound of his veins blackening is loud in the relative quiet. his growl is a rumble and his fangs nearly nip her skin. he desires her, but he does not want to taste her blood yet. he only wants to hear it thrum as they both ache. )
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The surge of her blood just beneath the skin mixes with the stirring of her vocal chords as she moans his name. The fingers of one hand dig into the flesh of his chest, the other slips through her hair to pull it over her opposite shoulders.
Her body sinks down on his, calves sliding against his outer thighs, a cool breath sucked in between grit teeth, before she hisses out another needy sound.]
Yes.
[It's not a request or a plea, but it's close.]
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( time has no meaning; becomes nothing more than the pumping of her heart, the exquisite pleasure of her body, and the visceral answer of his. he groans, low and drawn-out from his chest, hair standing on edge with a shiver from the puncture of her nails, hips lifting to seek the depths of her. his hands contour down over her hips. he tastes the sweat on her skin when he kisses her frenzied pulse again, his body tense and electrified.
she asks and he relents. she wants and he takes. his teeth sink into her skin, the slow and heavy burst of her blood maddening. it soaks his tongue and floods his mouth and sends him spiraling into a primality that consumes him. his arms wrap around her tight, one at her waist and the other around her shoulders, and he rocks up into her, the sounds rolling from his chest as animalistic as they are exultant.
he is blinded by the pleasure, by the bloodlust, by her, and when he pulls away he feels the blood between them, sees it red on her neck and jaw before he seeks to kiss it away. )
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[She feels weak and powerful all at once; his grip on her is crushing yet exhilarating, as it reminds her of the effect she can have on him in any number of ways. She feels the warmth of her blood against her skin as it paints his lips and his chin, hot and throbbing as it leaves her, leaving her lightheaded as the sound of his voice cascades through her chest as his ribcage vibrates against hers pressed so tightly to him.
She exhales a hot, heavy breath, crimson splashed across his face as he briefly pulls back from her skin long enough for her to see it through half-lidded eyes, and then his mouth is against her skin again, his mouth and his tongue warm and comforting as they move against the wounds he's made.
The true debilitation of his bite wouldn't kick in till later, so she just revels in the gentle burn of the marks he's left on her, not so dissimilar from the feeling of liquor as it slides down her throat. He rocks up inside her and she presses back as she sits up slightly, her hand coming up to her collarbone. Her fingers draw away, sticky with her own blood, and she lifts those fingers to her lips, tasting it for herself in a lustful haze as her veins stir below her eyes.]
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( the delicate veins branching beneath her skin are black under the sparse glow of moonlight from the window. they stir in him a different sort of hunger, of need, of perfect pleasure so overwhelming it envelopes him. he watches, taut as an arrow, as her fingers dip into her mouth; watches her taste herself, creases of effort and agony forming between his furrowing brows.
he groans brokenly. no sooner does she have her fill does he reach for her, his hand a blur in his instinctual impulse. his fingers wrap around the roots of her hair, her name a staccato moan, an oath and a plea, as he lifts his shoulders from the bed to meet her lips in a bloody kiss. )
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[His mouth is hot at metallic against her, the scent of her blood fills her nose, mingled with the heavy scent of their carnality. For as much as she savors her control, needs it in all things, there's something about losing it with him, because of him, that thrills her in ways she didn't really understand before.
They control each other so that they both can give it away.
Her teeth clench against his kiss, her own baring behind her lips, jaw clenching as she grips him tightly, holds him against her. He body rocks down on his, giving herself cause to gasp, and her nails sink into whatever purchase they can find, rational thought a distant thing and impossible to grasp.]
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( 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. )
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[Her tongue tangles with his, hot and metallic, before she lifts her chin high enough to break the kiss. Her nails dig deeper, the scent of his blood sharp and different from her own as she breaks skin.
She wants. She needs.
So she'll take it.
Her left hand reaches across his face, palming his cheek to press the opposite into the sheets. She wants to lay claim to him the way he did her, in every way they know, so she strikes like viper, burying her mouth against his throat, inhaling deeply even as she rends his skin and clamps her mouth against that which flows in her wake.
She groans as it hits her tongue, so different from the taste of her own.
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Just because she expects it doesn't mean she has to like it, sir. But let's be real, she's clearly not that pressed.His fingers press and leave their marks. She sucks air through her teeth even through her kiss, the pressure of his hands against her skin feels like home. Another quick spin and she's straddling him, sinking onto his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. Her palms carve a path up his chest as his lips part from hers, then run up the sides of his neck and into his hair as his teeth and tongue do their work.
Her hips shift against his, her head gently falls back with a contented sigh, long blonde locks brushing over her shoulder blades.]
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a breathy hum rumbles in his chest as her hips implore friction against his. (that's what he wants; he wants that.) he turns his head, bites the soft mound of her other breast and pulls her negligée down with coaxing force; it slips away beneath his mouth, already open and wet above her nipple.
she feels like home. she also feels like water to his parched throat; he's desperate for her. )
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She doesn't think he'll resist.
Her arms reach behind her, undoing the clasp on her bra and discarding it before he leans forward, her now bare torso brushing against his. One hand falls flat against the mattress above his shoulder, the other slipping between them to tug impatiently at his belt.]
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he buries her fingers in her hair, savoring the softness of her cheek and the shape of her face cradled in his palm before delighting in the silk of those locks he reveres so much. his skin sings for hers; he arcs slightly at the brush of her body, heats and melts at the slide of her hand. klaus does nothing but aid her endeavor, helping her undo his belt and shuck his jeans down his hips. )
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Good enough.
She grins wickedly as she leans in again, reclaiming his mouth as she rolls to the side, calf slipping around his hip and dragging him with her until they're laying side by side. Her heel presses into his lower back, pulling him closer. Her arms encircle his neck as her torso presses firmly against his.
Each of her movements is demanding, insatiable, as if she's trying to physically destroy any remaining distance placed between them by Wonderland's meddling.]
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and he groans, face flushing hot, heart racing at the friction and pleasure of her, from the wet, tender heat of their kiss to his hard arousal pressed between them. his arm, wedged beneath her, squeezes her impossibly closer, needy as his hips roll. his other hand maps a path up her thigh, from her hip to the curve of her spine to the nape of her neck. )
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[His name spills from her mouth as she inhales a quick breath against his mouth, the touch of his hand drifting over the length of her body sending a ripple down her spine. He's so close, but it's not enough; she wants more, she needs it.
Her leg shifts even further up, over his hip bone, before an impatient hand slips between them, her abdomen tensing to create just enough room to reach lower, fingers wrapping around to stroke him a few times before she guides him between her parted thighs, pressing the tip against her entrance.
She draws her mouth away from his, opens her eyes to look at him. Her breath shudders once in anticipation, her gaze holding his with hooded eyes holding a mixture of emotion and lust.]
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she leads him to the wet, promising heat of her and he shudders and heats. his hand presses to her hip; his other takes her wrist to guide it around his neck. his eyes are open too, depthless and ardent, tender and lustful both. he presses them together, slow and seamless: sinking her onto him as much as he meets her. this is what she wanted. what he wants. he wraps her up close, forehead to forehead, chest to chest, and gives to her impatience just as he draws their desire out. )
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Her forehead presses harder against his as her lips press together then, stifling a groan that she firmly silences as she presses her mouth to his. The kiss is needy but doesn't last long before she's breaking her mouth away, her breathing heavy despite their relative stillness.]
I missed you.
[She missed this, a fact that she had tried to hide from as if it were wrong to seek this comfort in the midst of her grief. She wanted to miss this for the right reasons, not just because she was alone.
She does. She did. He should know.]
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his eyes open slow after their kiss. she breathes, i missed you and he shivers again with awe and with need. he holds her tighter, tangling his fingers impossibly deeper in her hair, his fist tugging gently at the root. his body presses to her in a slow surge, his breath quiet and ragged against hers.
she missed him. he knows. he knows this is right; he sees it in her eyes. he feels his own, filling his heart. he suffered that lack just as she: feeling that empty space, that empty quiet, that piece of rightness taken away. his lips bush her cheek; his eyes stay on hers. ) Every moment, without you, ( he whispers. it's a promise. an oath. )
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She decides she'd rather cling to the first.
Her thigh and calf tense at his hip, in some futile attempt to somehow draw him closer as she exhales another desperate sigh, contenting herself with leaning in to kiss that mouth that says the things that hit her deep inside her chest, fill her heart and lungs to bursting. Her hands grasp at his back, fingers pressing into his skin as she clings to him, head tilting as her lips part, hungrier this time.]
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he doesn't believe he's shared in or experienced anything more beautiful or heart-aching, but he embraces the former and releases the latter just as she.
he is tense with pleasure. the stillness and slight shifts of their bodies, the touch and hunger of her mouth, the tightening of her leg around him pressing him to the brink. he does not fall over. at the last moment he finds a reserve of calm. he kisses her with fierce, tender strength edged with heat; he kisses her until he cannot kiss her anymore. until his blood is pulsing like thunder and he is aching inside of her. he smooths her hair back. his eyes open. he looks at her in the stillness of the moment, before her begins to rock into her. )
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Her body constricts around him, seeking friction. She wants to feel every inch of his skin, which she explores with roaming hands, palms smoothing over his shoulders, up the back of his neck, down his spine.
She rolls onto her back then, pulling him with her, longing for the press of his weight above. Her legs encircle his waist, ankles hooking at his lower back as her hips rise to meet him, to let him bury himself as deeply as he pleases.]
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it's not enough. it never is, and when she beckons him atop her, her legs parting around him, the depths in which he slides into her is sweet, blinding relief. he groans, breathless, the endearment of sweetheart a rumble in his throat. he does bury himself as deeply as he pleases; he could hardly assuage nor censor himself. he covers her with his body, the flush high on his cheeks as he rocks ceaselessly into her. and he whispers against her lips, his fingertips running from her hair down to her shoulder, up to her pulse —
and he whispers. he whispers everythings: about the beauty of her like this, about what she wants, what she likes, about how he wants her, about how she is everything filling the spaces of a thousand years — )
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He sees them, she knows he does, but he loves them as much as the rest of her.
She holds him tightly to her, heart racing inside her chest, her cheeks flushed with need. Her lips press together, her teeth bite into her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as she tilts her hips to get what she needs, letting herself peak as he continues to whisper to her.
After the first few blissful moments, words cease to make sense, and she silences him by pressing her mouth firmly against his, stealing the air from his lungs as her lips part against his.]
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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.
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Her breath comes quickly, keeping up with the quick beat of her hear more so than any actual fatigue. She could do this for hours, lose herself in him until she couldn't tell where he ended and she began, and she wouldn't find cause to complain.
If anything, she'd think of it as making up for lost time.
Her forehead presses against his as she continues to catch her breath, eyelashes flicking open as she looks at him with eyes that see nothing else in the moment before they close again, head tilting so that she can fit her lips against his with feverish pressure.]
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he would do this all night. he will do this all night until all that's left is the desire to hold her close and sleep. until there is nothing but the scent of her skin and the knowledge of her body and heart in his dreams. his exhale is a soft moan that her kiss consumes. his hand roams through her hair, over her shoulder, down her back. he rocks beneath her, dragging his lips from hers to seek the beat of her pulse.
his tongue is warm over the rapid rhythm and the sound of his veins blackening is loud in the relative quiet. his growl is a rumble and his fangs nearly nip her skin. he desires her, but he does not want to taste her blood yet. he only wants to hear it thrum as they both ache. )
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The surge of her blood just beneath the skin mixes with the stirring of her vocal chords as she moans his name. The fingers of one hand dig into the flesh of his chest, the other slips through her hair to pull it over her opposite shoulders.
Her body sinks down on his, calves sliding against his outer thighs, a cool breath sucked in between grit teeth, before she hisses out another needy sound.]
Yes.
[It's not a request or a plea, but it's close.]
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she asks and he relents. she wants and he takes. his teeth sink into her skin, the slow and heavy burst of her blood maddening. it soaks his tongue and floods his mouth and sends him spiraling into a primality that consumes him. his arms wrap around her tight, one at her waist and the other around her shoulders, and he rocks up into her, the sounds rolling from his chest as animalistic as they are exultant.
he is blinded by the pleasure, by the bloodlust, by her, and when he pulls away he feels the blood between them, sees it red on her neck and jaw before he seeks to kiss it away. )
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She exhales a hot, heavy breath, crimson splashed across his face as he briefly pulls back from her skin long enough for her to see it through half-lidded eyes, and then his mouth is against her skin again, his mouth and his tongue warm and comforting as they move against the wounds he's made.
The true debilitation of his bite wouldn't kick in till later, so she just revels in the gentle burn of the marks he's left on her, not so dissimilar from the feeling of liquor as it slides down her throat. He rocks up inside her and she presses back as she sits up slightly, her hand coming up to her collarbone. Her fingers draw away, sticky with her own blood, and she lifts those fingers to her lips, tasting it for herself in a lustful haze as her veins stir below her eyes.]
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he groans brokenly. no sooner does she have her fill does he reach for her, his hand a blur in his instinctual impulse. his fingers wrap around the roots of her hair, her name a staccato moan, an oath and a plea, as he lifts his shoulders from the bed to meet her lips in a bloody kiss. )
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They control each other so that they both can give it away.
Her teeth clench against his kiss, her own baring behind her lips, jaw clenching as she grips him tightly, holds him against her. He body rocks down on his, giving herself cause to gasp, and her nails sink into whatever purchase they can find, rational thought a distant thing and impossible to grasp.]
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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. )
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She wants. She needs.
So she'll take it.
Her left hand reaches across his face, palming his cheek to press the opposite into the sheets. She wants to lay claim to him the way he did her, in every way they know, so she strikes like viper, burying her mouth against his throat, inhaling deeply even as she rends his skin and clamps her mouth against that which flows in her wake.
She groans as it hits her tongue, so different from the taste of her own.
She missed it.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW