[ Her gaze remains on him to watch his every move. Slowly, the glow in her eyes lessens until all that can be seen is the mismatched colors. One hand remains on his face to stroke the back of her fingers along his cheek. She loves him so, so very much. Yet, the words she would use feel inadequate to truly describe the depth in which she feels it.
Shocks seem to spring from his touches on her legs and thighs, causing her whole body to begin to quiver. Her back arches as she inhales sharply. Oh, she had no idea how good it would feel. The indirect kiss to her thigh makes her breath catch. Sue wishes for him to do as he pleases, yes, but also for him to instruct her lose herself as she has him. Perhaps it is irresponsible, but, she cannot help the desire building in her to lose herself to ancient passions and reunite as they both desire.
Gods, she had no idea her thighs were so sensitive...
Admit the passion building in her, Lantaa realizes he had followed her last instruction. Although, it was more of a request than a command, and perhaps that is why he has brushed it to the side. Perhaps all the vampire is capable of seeing her as is his pair in the sense of the one whose blood completes him. There could be no feelings, and perhaps that is why he refuses to speak to her as the vampire he is.
Lantaa opens her eyes to find his and ask him once more. Yet, she is suddenly breathless as her gaze meets his darkened one. The hunger is evident in his gaze. It stirs those feelings inside of her once more--the ones that wish for him to mold her as he sees fit. Another shiver shoots up her spine as she all but melts into the bed below them for him to move her and do as he pleases. The euphoria from his bite seems to return and her own expression of desire covers her face. ]
Aymeric, I wish you would...
[ Then, his arms circle around her and he presses against her. Her back arches again as the feel of him presses against her. A deep and sensual moan comes from her. The hand at his arm presses into it, and the one on his face moves to bury in his dark locks.
She desires for him to talk to her, to speak to her after all these lives. Her knight, but also as her pair. She wishes to hear his voice in telling her what she might do for him, and to hear him say if he loves her even as the vampire they changed him to.
Her gaze drifts back to him as her breathing deepens. All the dares culminate in her intense eyes. A rock of her hips to his is meant to act as encouragement for what she asks without words.
They come together at a fevered pace, trying to bridge the many lifetimes that they have had to spend apart. There is a worry for his back and the state of it once they've settled, and the passions have mellowed, but the look in his eyes makes her melt on the spot. Her arms gently wrap around him instead, to pull him close and have him rest against her. She nestles against him, eventually drifting off along side him. ]
/rolls this as done!
Shocks seem to spring from his touches on her legs and thighs, causing her whole body to begin to quiver. Her back arches as she inhales sharply. Oh, she had no idea how good it would feel. The indirect kiss to her thigh makes her breath catch. Sue wishes for him to do as he pleases, yes, but also for him to instruct her lose herself as she has him. Perhaps it is irresponsible, but, she cannot help the desire building in her to lose herself to ancient passions and reunite as they both desire.
Gods, she had no idea her thighs were so sensitive...
Admit the passion building in her, Lantaa realizes he had followed her last instruction. Although, it was more of a request than a command, and perhaps that is why he has brushed it to the side. Perhaps all the vampire is capable of seeing her as is his pair in the sense of the one whose blood completes him. There could be no feelings, and perhaps that is why he refuses to speak to her as the vampire he is.
Lantaa opens her eyes to find his and ask him once more. Yet, she is suddenly breathless as her gaze meets his darkened one. The hunger is evident in his gaze. It stirs those feelings inside of her once more--the ones that wish for him to mold her as he sees fit. Another shiver shoots up her spine as she all but melts into the bed below them for him to move her and do as he pleases. The euphoria from his bite seems to return and her own expression of desire covers her face. ]
Aymeric, I wish you would...
[ Then, his arms circle around her and he presses against her. Her back arches again as the feel of him presses against her. A deep and sensual moan comes from her. The hand at his arm presses into it, and the one on his face moves to bury in his dark locks.
She desires for him to talk to her, to speak to her after all these lives. Her knight, but also as her pair. She wishes to hear his voice in telling her what she might do for him, and to hear him say if he loves her even as the vampire they changed him to.
Her gaze drifts back to him as her breathing deepens. All the dares culminate in her intense eyes. A rock of her hips to his is meant to act as encouragement for what she asks without words.
They come together at a fevered pace, trying to bridge the many lifetimes that they have had to spend apart. There is a worry for his back and the state of it once they've settled, and the passions have mellowed, but the look in his eyes makes her melt on the spot. Her arms gently wrap around him instead, to pull him close and have him rest against her. She nestles against him, eventually drifting off along side him. ]