Her breath shook as it came out in response and before she could think properly, her mouth was assaulted; he possessively kissed her, his fingers digging into her skin and she arched on the floor, raising herself up on her knees to try and ease the pain. His teeth scraped against her bottom lip, tongue forcing its way in and she gripped at his arms to steady herself, whimpering. He tasted of honey. The thought alone made her legs press together.
Her throat felt incredibly dry and her mind was beginning to become muddled with the different sensations hitting her. His left hand moved to gripping the back of her head, his right tilting her jaw up, gripping her throat as he did and she shook as he harshly nipped at her lips, dominating her. He kissed her, deeply, then withdrew. “Stick out your tongue.”
She licked her lips first before she did, her hands shaking as they tried to get a better grip but she obeyed, her tongue offered to him. His met hers making her shiver and he pushed into her mouth once again. She had never been kissed like this, made to feel so submissive against someone else and she let herself go slack allowing him to pull at her tongue with his teeth, bite the side of her mouth and withdraw to push two fingers in, rubbing to make her suck them. She wanted water so bad, her mind now a haze with the taste of honey and his skin and he moved to kissing her ear.
She jerked, a shock running through her and his grip on the back of her head tightened, twisting her black hair and she was forced to calm herself. He moved back, lips running over her flesh until he was near her mouth and he pulled away his wet fingers, staring at her from above. She gasped for air. “S… Sidd…”
He pressed against her again, silencing her. “I told you to shut up before. Do not make me say it again,” his voice rumbled against her and she silenced herself, her fingers clutching his forearms, squeezing them for a brief second before relaxing. He pulled away, still hovering above her and she panted for him; she would have been ashamed at herself if it wasn’t him above her. He only stared down at her and she licked her lips desperately again. She found herself moving up, trying to kiss him but he wouldn’t let her. She let out a whine and his other hand snaked back to her neck, squeezing for a brief moment making her stiffen.
His kissed her jaw, soft and almost gentle but the fingers pressing into her throat were the opposite. They dragged down, ignoring her gasps and settled on her collarbone. He slipped two fingers against the neck of her robe and pulled, his eyes moving down to look. She flushed and shut her own in embarrassment. She was aware of how flat she was and her ears began to burn, her knees shaking as she felt him eye her and she waited for his disapproval but it never came. He let go of the collar of her robe, the fabric falling back into place and he went back to cupping her head, lips once more touching hers, his breath against them making her purse her own.
“Sit up.”
She opened her eyes and focused on him as she did as he said, raising herself back up and he seemed pleased with her obedience. She was rewarded with a gentle kiss, one a lover would give to their person of affection and she melted into it; for a brief moment she even pretended as if the scenario was true but it ended as quickly as it began and she was left shaking under his grip. He licked his lips.
“What do you want, Thane?” he said from above and she licked her own lips, how dry they felt despite them being sore and swollen.
“Water,” she whispered and he seemed taken aback by her answer. He scowled and she regretted it, gritting her teeth as she chastised herself. “So… I can keep up… with you.”
Sometimes Things Get Complicated [6/?]
Her throat felt incredibly dry and her mind was beginning to become muddled with the different sensations hitting her. His left hand moved to gripping the back of her head, his right tilting her jaw up, gripping her throat as he did and she shook as he harshly nipped at her lips, dominating her. He kissed her, deeply, then withdrew. “Stick out your tongue.”
She licked her lips first before she did, her hands shaking as they tried to get a better grip but she obeyed, her tongue offered to him. His met hers making her shiver and he pushed into her mouth once again. She had never been kissed like this, made to feel so submissive against someone else and she let herself go slack allowing him to pull at her tongue with his teeth, bite the side of her mouth and withdraw to push two fingers in, rubbing to make her suck them. She wanted water so bad, her mind now a haze with the taste of honey and his skin and he moved to kissing her ear.
She jerked, a shock running through her and his grip on the back of her head tightened, twisting her black hair and she was forced to calm herself. He moved back, lips running over her flesh until he was near her mouth and he pulled away his wet fingers, staring at her from above. She gasped for air. “S… Sidd…”
He pressed against her again, silencing her. “I told you to shut up before. Do not make me say it again,” his voice rumbled against her and she silenced herself, her fingers clutching his forearms, squeezing them for a brief second before relaxing. He pulled away, still hovering above her and she panted for him; she would have been ashamed at herself if it wasn’t him above her. He only stared down at her and she licked her lips desperately again. She found herself moving up, trying to kiss him but he wouldn’t let her. She let out a whine and his other hand snaked back to her neck, squeezing for a brief moment making her stiffen.
His kissed her jaw, soft and almost gentle but the fingers pressing into her throat were the opposite. They dragged down, ignoring her gasps and settled on her collarbone. He slipped two fingers against the neck of her robe and pulled, his eyes moving down to look. She flushed and shut her own in embarrassment. She was aware of how flat she was and her ears began to burn, her knees shaking as she felt him eye her and she waited for his disapproval but it never came. He let go of the collar of her robe, the fabric falling back into place and he went back to cupping her head, lips once more touching hers, his breath against them making her purse her own.
“Sit up.”
She opened her eyes and focused on him as she did as he said, raising herself back up and he seemed pleased with her obedience. She was rewarded with a gentle kiss, one a lover would give to their person of affection and she melted into it; for a brief moment she even pretended as if the scenario was true but it ended as quickly as it began and she was left shaking under his grip. He licked his lips.
“What do you want, Thane?” he said from above and she licked her own lips, how dry they felt despite them being sore and swollen.
“Water,” she whispered and he seemed taken aback by her answer. He scowled and she regretted it, gritting her teeth as she chastised herself. “So… I can keep up… with you.”