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Lyutsifer breathed deep in. His eyes closed for a moment, he let go in short out hales, fitting to the movement of his hips.
A warm hand rested with a gentle grip on his shoulder. Caressing along his shoulder bone.
He opened his eyes again to gaze into Madeline's face. Her expression of rapture, skin shining in sweat, she licked along her full lips. A chateuse gesture that speed up Lyutsifer's pulse.
Their lower bodies tangled together were melted to one. One of Madeline's arm bracing herself on the futon, the other holding on him.
Burrowed deep inside Madeline's warm flesh, Lyutsifer held himself at Madeline's hips. Pausing, while hoping to calm himself. Arching knees, but not able to break the connection. Not yet.
She moved her pelvis. Rocking softly, her inner walls open to him.
Letting him in fully. Tensing. Relaxing. Grating herself at him. Letting him grate inside her.
Oh, so sweet, sore, moist ... tense.
Madeline's hand wandered from his shoulder to his back. Her fingertips smoothing over the wetness between his shoulder blades. Sweaty, like her forehead, he leaned his one on. A pool of fluid between her breasts he wanted to lick.
So he did.
A giggle tumbled out of her mouth. Her body trembled softly and like an aftershock it wandered over to him.
"Lyutsifer..", she reproved gentle. So he did it again.
Before she could protest, he caught her lips. Sloppily kissing her, Lyutsifer moved forward. Taking her to the hilt, he pressed Madeline down on her back. Growling, as he eventually filled her up properly.
Pausing again. Panting into her ajar mouth as he collect himself. Pushing upcoming joins pain back. Not yet. No time for the next morphine dose.
He cleared his mind by finding Madeline's eyes again. She wrapped her legs welcoming around his hips. No pressure. Just an invitation.
He flashed a smile, companied by a sharp chuckle, his storm-grey eyes searching in hers to proceed.
"Poursuivre!", she hustled him, what made him smirk.
He composed himself carefully. His knees arching, he positioned his weights on his stretched arms. Hands left and right aside the cushion, touching Madeline's weath-hair. Supporting his body on his arms.
He leaned in for a kiss. Her lips. Her nose. Her forehead. Every inch of her face, while moving his hips.
Madeline answered eagerly by pushing her pelvis to him. She moaned encouraging, her fingers grabbing his hips. He felt her fingers digging into his flesh as she yielded fully beneath him.
"lyutsiferlyutsiferlyutsifer..."
Croaked-hushing his name by every of his thrusts. A melody - a song of adoration - that guided him to paradise.
His limbs shaking in ecstasy as upcoming exhaustion, a coat of sweat covering his scarred skin, he tried his best to focus on her.
Her breathing. Her gesture. Her body language.
Catching her mouth again, he found himself in her pace. Let her be his guard. Knowing, by her itching breath, she was close. Holding on to it instead of pushing forward.
Their limbs joined to a broken puzzle, tangled in bedsheets, and knotted together in pleasure.
The wet sound of clashing skin echoed in the air, as Madeline suddenly changed the speed with grunting noise and demanding hands.
Her moans became animalic, as he watched in glee the way her demeanour changed with her growing climax.
Madeleine threw her head back into the cushion and let her long hair spread wildly around her. Her face was blushed up in passion as she rolled her eyes in rapture, while a half‐laugh of relief left her throat. Her body clamping at his was bending up to him, in need to have him closer, deeper, inside her.
Lyutsifer snapped for air, surprised by the force of Madeline's legs. His hips felt clamped into a vice for a second, then freed him as the orgasm overwhelmed Madeline.
All shaking breath, Lyutsifer could not but followed her suit with a croaked and nearly silent growl.
Relieved, exhausted, suddenly shameful, he hid his face in the croak of her neck.
His limbs were jelly, so he could not support himself any longer, but manage to roll aside her on his back.
Sticky, smelling like her, the scent of passion in the air closely overwhelming, he tried to catch his breath. Hard breathing, he turned to Madeline, to see a weirdly dumb-childish smile on her face. He tried to speak up, but his cramping bronchi didn't allow it.
Madeline stared at him with a growing shocked expression, until she understood. Getting up, she leaned over him and into his night stand cabinet to get his inhaler out.
He grabbed it, his mouth gasping, and pushed it between his lips. One push and a deep breath later, he felt the need to apologise.
"I'm sorry if I'm frightened you, my love.", he rasped out.
Madeline made a silly face and reached out to swipe some of his hair from his forehead.
"You know what? I take that as a compliment."
Lyutsifer pursed his lips to a smirk and reached out for her chin. Taking it between his fingers, he guided her to a soft kiss.
"I will do my best to compliment you often - as long as you are willing to play nurse afterwards.", he joked softly.
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He froze at the open bathroom door. Just standing in a corner before the bath mirror could catch his reflection.
A moment of peace, of solitude, and he nearly destroyed it!
Madeline thought herself alone in the bathroom. Nude, fawn-like, solemnly, she stood in front of the mirror. With a gentle gesture, she wiped steam from the mirror surface.
She looked at her reflection, crocking her head, strands of her blond hair a wild halo.
Getting tip-toes, she stretched and turned her body, looking critical at herself.
The gesture, so natural and innocent, left Lyutsifer breathless. With a tight chest, he stood still, listening to his own blood rushing inside his ears.
Eventually Madeline rose her hands to bind her wheat hair into a messy bun - playfully waggling her body on her toes like a tipsy ballerina.
Lyutsifer snapped out of his admiring trance. He blinked wildly while catching his breath as a clear thought. Slowly, chateuse in movement, he fainted back into the shadows of his quarters.
He knew he could always go back in his mind, dipping into this scenery, enjoying this intimate moment peaceful.
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