“ you look so pretty like this. “ :))))
he thinks that is the beating of his heart that's pounding in his ears. the tip of her whip scratches at his skin, circling around his bicep and hanging from something-he-can't-see on the wall. eyes, a darkening blue as pupils widen, stare at the figure over him - they won't dare move, not to even check how well she has him bound. selina must love power plays.
her knees straddle his chest as he lies flat on the bed. " you're killing me. " he mutters, and she laughs, finally sliding the rest of her clothing off of her body and onto the floor. selina runs her fingers through his curls - coffee-brown and starch white, with little greys peppering both. his teeth clench when he feels the bite, her hand now a fist, yanking at the strands until his head is promptly pushed back, chin raised. you look so pretty like this.
" you're gonna be the death of me. " he whispers, and she laughs as hips rise and fall over his face, legs spread for his lips to devour her whole. the one arm that can move curls around her waist and he feels two fingers pushing on the whip until he bleeds. ( he can't help the moan that vibrates his lips, tongue buried inside, fuck.. )
