❛ look how well you fit around me, you're perfect. ❜ @m1schiefs
the praise is unbearable in the best way; she has to close her eyes against the intensity of his gaze and the way his words make her stomach clench. he's inside her and it's still not close enough, not when he's talking like that. especially not when he's warm against her, when she can feel the rise and fall of his chest and the beat of his heart. all because of her. because he wants her.
the knowledge leaves her dizzy, feverish with need. her pulse might as well be a desperate, repeated murmur of his name. she looks at him again, her breath ragged, and rolls her hips. "perfect?" she asks softly. she cups his face, thumbs brushing momentarily across his cheeks before she slides her hands into his hair and draws him in for a hungry kiss. "you're perfect," percy sighs against his mouth. "you feel so good inside me, handsome, you fill me up so well."
she scatters ardent kisses along his jaw, presses herself as close as she can. half of her wants him to pin her down and take her apart; half of her wants to see how long they can stay like this, barely moving, before she goes utterly insane. she doesn't care, as long as she's touching him.
"i want to give you everything." she says it like a confession, or maybe like a prayer. "you can have it, silas, you can have all of me, please—i'm yours, let me be yours."