( 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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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.