ย ย ย ย ย ย the weight of her leg is welcomed against his shoulderย &ย he accommodatesย such a shift ,ย mouth pressed to her inner thighโฆย ย lingered in remembrance.ย she makes it easy for him ,ย coy smilesย &ย calculated words.ย ย ย she is fully aware of what she had offered him ,ย what she still does laid out before him.ย lips trace the incisionย he had made ,ย the place itย should be.ย ย a morbid marvelย &ย he knows her secret intimately.
ย ย ย ย ย ย yet she says nothing more ;ย allows him instead to be swept up in himself.ย ย blood ,ย darkย &ย thickย &ย heavy with the scent of deathย ย -ย ย itโs clear ,ย revealing itself every inch that his hand crosses the path of her skin.ย he had never seen such a beauteousย creature :ย DIVINE ,ย PERHAPS !ย ย if he had ever found such a thing.ย ย /ย ย there is little space left ,ย teeth grazed against flesh but the cool touch of her fingers draws attention back to her.
ย ย ย ย ย ย because she is as greedy as heย &ย heโs learned this.ย his chin lifts ,ย green eyes hazed in meeting her own.ย itโs always teasing tonesย &ย coy words but heโs certain she really likes it too.ย ย ย why else would she so willingly lay herself beneath his knife?ย ย ย his pulse is steady under her hand ,ย confidentย &ย enthralled.ย she knows the answer to her question already ,ย hardly needs to ask.
ย ย ย ย ย ย โย ย -ย ย then perhaps youย do. โย the push of her heel is allowed ,ย body leaned into her touch.ย ย he can feel the tendrils of excitement begin to bury roots ,ย a need that must be sated.ย ONLY SHE HAS ALLOWED HIM SUCH A RELEASE !ย ย he supposes he ought to thank her for it first ,ย itโd only be polite.ย ย /ย ย the hand still rested upon her hip moves ,ย shifts to rest between the apex of her thighs.ย his head turns ,ย lips caught just below her knee,ย words left pressed against her skin.ย โ iโll start here first ,ย i think. โย ย
ย ย ย ย his teeth touch her thigh, she smiles again - a part of her lips, tongue touching the corner of her mouth in thought. not only is he interesting, but he definitely knows how to touch someone. she doesnโt settle for much less, UNLESS something is in it for her. but he is a bit more than that; he is not a meal or a toy or a piece in the puzzle she was trying to fit together. he wouldnโt be another name in her journal - no, not any time soon, she doesnโt believe.ย
ย ย ย ย heโs an eager one, sheโd noticed that awhile ago. clarissa laughs breathlessly, she is forced more open than before - ripe for the picking, open for whoever may want a taste. itโs something that excites her, drives her to this point. satisfied, she pulls up from the pillows, dark hair falling around her - over her shoulders, breasts. she still wants to touch him ( so warm ), but once she feels his fingers moving, searching and spreading out wider, she inhales slowly, a gradual rise coming to her chest.ย
ย ย ย ย her eyes find his quickly, white of her teeth pressing briefly into her bottom lip, staring at him as if sheโs considering her next move. clarissa moves her other leg, spreads herself open more for him to get a better look, tightens the muscles of her leg upon his shoulder - she would prefer if he stays right where he is.ย
ย ย ย ย ย โ thatโs my favorite, โ she nearly croons, closing her eyes (ย youโre so much funย ). she cannot help herself - she trails her fingers down her chest, stomach, stops just above where his hand rests, curling around his wrists, almost forcing him closer ( touch me more ),ย โ youโll make me feel good, wonโt you? โ
ย ย ย ย and then she tilts her head,ย dark eyes roving down from his lips, jaw, neck - further and further down,ย โ please? โ
