( she thinks of him, only him — but the man before her is blurring, like an image out of focus from time to time. in a heartbeat, she catches the briefest glimpse of a mirror image of him, pearls and jewels on his cheeks and tears in his eyes. in another moment, another rafayel, clad in garments and inscriptions she doesn't understand.
she blinks, and he's back again. artist, painter, lemurian. an impossible, beautiful creature who is as mysterious as he is passionate, and she can't shake the feeling that she's known him for much, much longer than their first meeting. and she can't shake the awareness that he's holding himself back, just a little.
but then it all melts away in the haze of pleasure he brings her, his skillful fingers rubbing against her sensitive clit as she swallows his spit, chasing after him again and seeking more. it's erotic, tasting him on her tongue, craving him with every breath she takes. a string of saliva keeps them bound, just for a few moments, but she's swept up in his words, in the memories that ripple, unbidden, like a disturbance in a lake.
in another life, she hears him say the same thing, your highness, and she winces at the memory of a black flame and endless golden sands, except instead of sadness, her rafayel's eyes are warm, kind, and full of desire. her chest throbs, painful, and her hand comes to rest over her rafayel's heart, feeling the heat of their bond flutter and come alive. )
Here, ah —
( no, she's grinding down on him to distract herself, slick and slippery from all his teasing. but with the last of her self control, she pulls away from him and firmly tucks him back inside of his pants. it's torture, but it'll be worth it. probably. )
The beach is just outside. ( she tells him, clipped and raw from questioning her own life choices. ) C'mon, let's go. It'll be worth it, I promise.
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she blinks, and he's back again. artist, painter, lemurian. an impossible, beautiful creature who is as mysterious as he is passionate, and she can't shake the feeling that she's known him for much, much longer than their first meeting. and she can't shake the awareness that he's holding himself back, just a little.
but then it all melts away in the haze of pleasure he brings her, his skillful fingers rubbing against her sensitive clit as she swallows his spit, chasing after him again and seeking more. it's erotic, tasting him on her tongue, craving him with every breath she takes. a string of saliva keeps them bound, just for a few moments, but she's swept up in his words, in the memories that ripple, unbidden, like a disturbance in a lake.
in another life, she hears him say the same thing, your highness, and she winces at the memory of a black flame and endless golden sands, except instead of sadness, her rafayel's eyes are warm, kind, and full of desire. her chest throbs, painful, and her hand comes to rest over her rafayel's heart, feeling the heat of their bond flutter and come alive. )
Here, ah —
( no, she's grinding down on him to distract herself, slick and slippery from all his teasing. but with the last of her self control, she pulls away from him and firmly tucks him back inside of his pants. it's torture, but it'll be worth it. probably. )
The beach is just outside. ( she tells him, clipped and raw from questioning her own life choices. ) C'mon, let's go. It'll be worth it, I promise.