( perhaps this is always what it should've been, the god of the sea and his bride, entwined and given over to passion. but the rules of the world is cruel, and rafayel has made a sacrifice that should never have been asked of him.
her emotions are inexplicably intensified, a shimmer of memory that sharpens her longing. the spirit of the bride shifts, and she looks down to see the glow of her own chest, her heart beating for him. she is his, she knows; and even if rafayel rarely breathes a word of it, she understands deep down in her soul that she has always belonged to him.
the touch of his fingers, his lips, they burn and set her alight in her longing for him. and oh, oh, the velvet pitch and that husky voice makes her shiver, pleasure going right down south in a heartbeat and making her squirm. what a crime it is that he can do this to her, make her want. the moan she makes when his hungry lips find the swell of her full, plump breasts is heartfelt, dusky pink nipples peaking when her bra falls away and kiss-bruise blossom on her fair, fair skin.
she's pressing up against him, chasing his attention as her fingers card through his hair, her hips bearing down on him to rub up against the bulge of his cock through his pants, shared heat driving her wild. she laughs softly, cupping her own breast and showing off for him, thumbing over her peaking nipple in gentle invitation. she will never forget the way that gaze sweeps over her, how he takes her in like she's a work of art; which is ridiculous because the masterpiece is seated right under her. )
Mmhmm... don't you want a taste of this, too?
( and goodness, her free hand is not idle, deftly unzipping him from his confines to reach in, fingers curling around his length. )
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her emotions are inexplicably intensified, a shimmer of memory that sharpens her longing. the spirit of the bride shifts, and she looks down to see the glow of her own chest, her heart beating for him. she is his, she knows; and even if rafayel rarely breathes a word of it, she understands deep down in her soul that she has always belonged to him.
the touch of his fingers, his lips, they burn and set her alight in her longing for him. and oh, oh, the velvet pitch and that husky voice makes her shiver, pleasure going right down south in a heartbeat and making her squirm. what a crime it is that he can do this to her, make her want. the moan she makes when his hungry lips find the swell of her full, plump breasts is heartfelt, dusky pink nipples peaking when her bra falls away and kiss-bruise blossom on her fair, fair skin.
she's pressing up against him, chasing his attention as her fingers card through his hair, her hips bearing down on him to rub up against the bulge of his cock through his pants, shared heat driving her wild. she laughs softly, cupping her own breast and showing off for him, thumbing over her peaking nipple in gentle invitation. she will never forget the way that gaze sweeps over her, how he takes her in like she's a work of art; which is ridiculous because the masterpiece is seated right under her. )
Mmhmm... don't you want a taste of this, too?
( and goodness, her free hand is not idle, deftly unzipping him from his confines to reach in, fingers curling around his length. )