[ She has nothing to fear from him, she never has. The appearance of his blade doesn't even inspire it - her pulse quickens, breathing sharpens. Green eyes widen and darken, blade hovering just above her pale flesh close enough to slice were his hands not so steady. But they are steady and they hum with the void, sending a shiver down her spine, a sigh from her lips. She feels it more now than before, the pull of void magic, singing to every one of her nerves.
It's replaced quickly by him, lips and teeth and tongue, warm against the flat of her stomach. Muscles twitch underneath the warmth of him, the catch on his beard against her. How easily he lights a fire underneath her skin, has her burn for him wanting. A hand finds his hair again nails dragging against flesh as he roams up her, impatience taking a tight hold. ]
Corvo... [ His name leaves her lips in a moan, breathless, body arcing underneath him. He will drive her to madness before the morning comes, of this she is certain. ]
[ He has every intention to it. The strength that comes easily to him - size and weight that makes it easy where she's a slip of a thing. Gets his mouth to her breath, tongue flat to skin and holds fast in heat that is maddening.
Takes advantage of the way she moves. The curve of her spine up and against it, he sets his hands to her skin. Moving his weight onto his knees, settling under her as he pushes up against her lower back to move his head to stomach again, her hips, her thighs. Determined in his paths to cover her over and over again, as long as he can. As long as duty lets him - because she has always been far too indulgent of his wants where she is concerned.
But the way she says his name at least tells him he isn't wasting her time any.
Lower, lower, lower until he comes up between her thighs, his fingers holding her up at the angle, precarious balance in his hands as he lowers to her. The flick and broach of his tongue up between her thighs that's hanging on the call of her voice. Following where she prompts him too, relearning her, or perhaps remembering. ]
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It's replaced quickly by him, lips and teeth and tongue, warm against the flat of her stomach. Muscles twitch underneath the warmth of him, the catch on his beard against her. How easily he lights a fire underneath her skin, has her burn for him wanting. A hand finds his hair again nails dragging against flesh as he roams up her, impatience taking a tight hold. ]
Corvo... [ His name leaves her lips in a moan, breathless, body arcing underneath him. He will drive her to madness before the morning comes, of this she is certain. ]
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Takes advantage of the way she moves. The curve of her spine up and against it, he sets his hands to her skin. Moving his weight onto his knees, settling under her as he pushes up against her lower back to move his head to stomach again, her hips, her thighs. Determined in his paths to cover her over and over again, as long as he can. As long as duty lets him - because she has always been far too indulgent of his wants where she is concerned.
But the way she says his name at least tells him he isn't wasting her time any.
Lower, lower, lower until he comes up between her thighs, his fingers holding her up at the angle, precarious balance in his hands as he lowers to her. The flick and broach of his tongue up between her thighs that's hanging on the call of her voice. Following where she prompts him too, relearning her, or perhaps remembering. ]