cleaning in progress

She barely remembers how they’d ended up pressed against the car in the dark alley, just the heat of his mouth, the pull of his voice, and the ache she had spent too long trying to silence.

Then his hand slips beneath the waistband of her jeans.

Everything else disappeared.

Her breath caught sharp in her throat, and her head tips back instinctively, eyes fluttering shut as a gasp escaped her lips. It is as if her body remembers him, every brush of his fingers, every promise he’d never needed to say out loud. It isn’t just arousal; it is surrender.

Her hands clench in his shirt, anchoring herself as wave after wave rolls through her. He doesn’t rush. He never rushed. His touch is maddeningly precise, reverent and possessive all at once, as if he were writing a story against her skin he has no intention of forgetting.

She opens her eyes, and he is watching her.

Of course he is.

His gaze never left hers, not even for a second. It isn’t just lust; it is hunger. Worship. A kind of obsession she had once feared, but now let wash over her like flame and thunder.

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the way fandoms are desperate to make all aroace characters romance and sex favorable but then dont do anything remotely similar to any other identity is astounding. hmm i wonder why

Needed a clean graphic for a project, and figured while I was vectoring I would put sex and magic back in.