those were warm hungry breaths that left ragged between tightly shut teeth when rhaast found himself on his knees and his back against the wooden surface of the hut with a trembling chest unable to ease. clawed digits drew cold trails on the burning flesh of his lower stomach , robbing the darkin of a rough tremble. it was almost painful , the wait he made himself go through each times , and yet , it was this very pain that made him wish to go further - the craving growing overwhelming until he is unable to stop himself in time. free hand slowly dragged against the pebbled ground , a low groan. the rope belt still felt too tight even when pulled against his hips , too tight as itās loosened enough for his hand to slither underneath tattered fabric and reach the scorching spot between his thighs ; but it stayed in place in an almost tauntingly fashion , not to reveal what is hidden further down. it is so close - this blissful ecstasy - if only his fingers went further down , teased the already aroused , damp , opening ; it would be too quick , over too soon , and so his claws drag against his skin instead.
the cursed exhaled , finding out he had been keeping the past breaths stuck between his agitated lungs. heavy lids began to cover bright carmine colored hues , countenance tilting back against the wall - rhaastās hand curled into a fist suddenly , trembling legs tightly pressing against each other - not yet , not yet! no avail , the craving seemed to be stronger than resolve , a furious wave of chills and warmth crashing against the walls of his stomach and leaking onto his inner thighs ; and although he is breathless , it didnāt felt like his satisfaction was full.
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