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. )
Edited 2017-12-04 00:05 (UTC)
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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. )
Edited 2017-12-24 01:31 (UTC)
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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.
She missed it.]
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( he bleeds at her mercy. the puncture of her nails is sharp and he hisses and heats at the harsh sting, but the pain of it is overwhelmed, intensified. the delectable force of her pinning him with her strength and teeth bristles and consumes him: he grunts as the breath is pushed from him, exultant and agitated by the viciousness of her mouth. he moans, open-mouthed, the hands at her hips following and grabbing the roundness of her bottom, circling to her back.
his blood spills and flows from him with such vitality he feels weak and suddenly sluggish, or perhaps that's just her, the tips of her breasts against his chest, her tummy against his, his hips rocking close and ceaseless, with a mindless slowness up into her. a lone finger dips into the curve of her spine and drags up; he shudders as she drinks. )
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[She swallows, greedily once, then with more patience second. By the third, it's lazy and slow, her tongue dragging over the wounds decorating his throat, mouth breaking away finally with a groan as he rocks up into her.
She finally lowers her gaze back down, the hand at the side of his face tracing down his throat, smearing the lingering blood there even as his wounds heal under her palm, before she sits up, lifting her fingers to her mouth to lick away the remnants.
It's messy, but sometimes so are they, and she can't bring herself to care.
Besides, there was always the shower.
The darkness in her eyes slips away, and she wipes futilely at her mouth with the back of her hand even as her lips spread into a satisfied grin.]
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( it's incomparable: the rapture of her violence and domination and the visage of her pleasure afterwards. he is malleable to her will a moment more, heart pounding and face flushed as she sits back. his eyes stalking and focused, watching her with a possessive heat and desire. his hips still for now, though he is painfully and exquisitely hard for her, his palms kneading her bottom, his own stained lips parted.
there is a smile alight in his eyes, reflected by hers. he sits up and pulls her chest close to his with a soft hum, blood wet and slightly sticky between them. he kisses her, mouth open and hungry, fingers drawing down her collarbone, down, down, to gently pinch and tug at the pebbled peak of her breast.
she feels like heaven. she looks just as stunning as he pulls back, his voice but a whisper over her lips. ) I want to taste every inch of you. I'll have you coming until you beg me to stop.
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[There's a slight gasp between parted lips, masking her smirk only briefly before it reappears, the corners of her eyes pinching with her amusement. Her body flexes around him with deliberate strength, her lips brushing over his as she gives him her very forward reply.]
That's quite the lofty goal, but...
[She trails off briefly, one arm slinging around his neck, the grip of her hand tight on the back of his neck. The other hand plants itself against his chest as she rolls her hips once, grinning wider.]
...I have to wonder if you'll be the one to beg first.
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( the relish he feels in her body is mindless, overwhelming, pulling him under like the tide. it's without words, though she seems to have a few, and he cannot help but wonder at their foresight. he gathers her close, the sensation of her warmed and wet against him, the clench and friction of her movement driving all thought from his head. he groans his helpless, shameless enjoyment, and ducks his head with sudden desire to capture a pert nipple between his teeth and tongue. he tastes lingering blood and the salt of her sweat; her skin is so soft, her breast plush against his lips.
one of his hands presses into the small of her back.
he pulls away and inwardly considers there's no reason they both can't have their cake and eat it too. ) If that's a challenge, ( he says, voice low and rough, ) I beg you to give it your all.
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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.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
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. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
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.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
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. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
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.]
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. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
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
his blood spills and flows from him with such vitality he feels weak and suddenly sluggish, or perhaps that's just her, the tips of her breasts against his chest, her tummy against his, his hips rocking close and ceaseless, with a mindless slowness up into her. a lone finger dips into the curve of her spine and drags up; he shudders as she drinks. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
She finally lowers her gaze back down, the hand at the side of his face tracing down his throat, smearing the lingering blood there even as his wounds heal under her palm, before she sits up, lifting her fingers to her mouth to lick away the remnants.
It's messy, but sometimes so are they, and she can't bring herself to care.
Besides, there was always the shower.
The darkness in her eyes slips away, and she wipes futilely at her mouth with the back of her hand even as her lips spread into a satisfied grin.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
there is a smile alight in his eyes, reflected by hers. he sits up and pulls her chest close to his with a soft hum, blood wet and slightly sticky between them. he kisses her, mouth open and hungry, fingers drawing down her collarbone, down, down, to gently pinch and tug at the pebbled peak of her breast.
she feels like heaven. she looks just as stunning as he pulls back, his voice but a whisper over her lips. ) I want to taste every inch of you. I'll have you coming until you beg me to stop.
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
That's quite the lofty goal, but...
[She trails off briefly, one arm slinging around his neck, the grip of her hand tight on the back of his neck. The other hand plants itself against his chest as she rolls her hips once, grinning wider.]
...I have to wonder if you'll be the one to beg first.
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
one of his hands presses into the small of her back.
he pulls away and inwardly considers there's no reason they both can't have their cake and eat it too. ) If that's a challenge, ( he says, voice low and rough, ) I beg you to give it your all.