[ It is something, beautiful, a sight he could be content in watching for the rest of the night. Her sigh and moan and writhe underneath his touch, underneath slow fingers teasing each sound from her lips. Teasing her close to release, to a bliss long denied by duty and purpose. But he is not so patient, not so strong to withstand it himself.
Shares her restlessness, the want of it, has him groan into the flesh of her jaw for the feel of her. Warm, sweet, soft, an intoxication more effective than the drink, the thrill. Has his free hand slip from her and release himself, occupied fingers moving just that but quicker. Can't help himself, can't stop himself, muffles a moan into her throat as teeth drag lightly against her flesh.
Might burn apart if he doesn't - if he stays like this, head thick with desire and drink and the sweet smell of her.
Fingers slide from her slow and deliberate, perhaps to see her protest, To see how much want has sunk it's claws into her. But he does not wait long, nipping at the tender flesh of her neck, pressing against her instead. Hot, slick, tight - he near chokes on the sound that catches in his throat, near losses what is left of his mind with the sensation of her surrounding him.
If he is to be driven mad, he thinks, let it be like this. Let it be by her. It is a madness he can certainly accept. ]
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Shares her restlessness, the want of it, has him groan into the flesh of her jaw for the feel of her. Warm, sweet, soft, an intoxication more effective than the drink, the thrill. Has his free hand slip from her and release himself, occupied fingers moving just that but quicker. Can't help himself, can't stop himself, muffles a moan into her throat as teeth drag lightly against her flesh.
Might burn apart if he doesn't - if he stays like this, head thick with desire and drink and the sweet smell of her.
Fingers slide from her slow and deliberate, perhaps to see her protest, To see how much want has sunk it's claws into her. But he does not wait long, nipping at the tender flesh of her neck, pressing against her instead. Hot, slick, tight - he near chokes on the sound that catches in his throat, near losses what is left of his mind with the sensation of her surrounding him.
If he is to be driven mad, he thinks, let it be like this. Let it be by her. It is a madness he can certainly accept. ]