she’s pressed against him long before it gets to this point . fingers tangled in hair , roughly exposing his throat as she presses teeth and tongue against the saltiness of his flesh . presses down , an involuntary jerk of her hips , a soft hum as she bites down . her grip tightens , this time the slow drag of her hips is on purpose , her other hand anchoring her to judas , stabilizing her as she moves . she pulls away to admire the bruise , only moving again to kiss it and find unmarked flesh against a neck riddled with them . // @shmonah













