@emblemteased | continued.
“easy, girl,” he murmurs, pulling lailah back against him gently; they’re relaxing in a natural hot spring, curled up together. in the dead of night like this, their shepherd won’t notice them gone and the other seraphs know better than to follow.
he’s gently stroking her, kissing up and down the column of her throat, and laughs softly. “i won’t stop on you just yet, don’t worry so much. you’re doing so good.”
between the hot water, zaveid’s hands on her body and his praise, lailah’s melting into his touch. his name leaves her in a drawn out moan at his comment about her doing good, and her skin flushes an even deeper red.
“zaveid, oh-” his name is the only coherent thing she can think to say, but that suits her just fine. it’s all she needs right now. her hips buck into his touch, and bits her lip and curls her toes at the sensation.










