Valentine’s Night || Vaedar and Ashara edition
░▒▌╳▐ ᴅ ʀ ᴀ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ
THE ROOM WAS SO DIMLY lit that surely, had it not been his own, they would've clumsily stumbled into every column and bench that stood in the way towards the bed. The fact that illumination is poor however, does not hinder the two lovers in the least. So many times now, more than either would dare try to estimate, they've claimed each other's bodies; that they had every dimple, rise, swell and curve upon muscle and skin completely memorized. Vaedar could tell just by the way her breath caught, the shuddering touch of her nails gripping his shoulder blades, that Ashara was seeking something more than just the feeling of him buried inside her. And of course, as it always so went, the man was more than eager to comply.
Pulling away from her neck, one of his hands reached to grasp her wrist and firmly move her hand away from his back, over her head on the pillow. Shifting, he straightened, silver-gold locks of tussled hair framing the shadows of his features, highlighted only by the warm orange glow of the one candle nearby—And there was a sly curve plastered on his lips. ❝ What is it that you want, hm? ❞ He asked whilst suddenly thrusting into her, roughly, only to pull back again halfway as the hand that held her wrist began to lower over her arm. Long fingers ghosted above her forehead, nose, parted lips ( one of them slipping in between for a moment ) and then they so seemingly tenderly settle over her neck. Ashara releases a sound that is curiously too similar to a mewl, making the mischievous smile on the man's features widen.
❝ Ah, is that it? ❞ Vaedar's voice is husk and low, silk-like in its smoothness but it's not enough to disguise his own headiness. Again, without warning, his narrow hips are abruptly thrusting forth and a gasp has the Dayne's full lips part, her chin tilting back and exposing more of her long neck. Adjusting his position, he adds a little more of his weight onto the grip as his arm stretches more. His free hand is holding one of her thighs to lift it, and when he rolls his hips back once more, there is no instant wasted in pushing forward again—and again, hard and deep, and grinding himself further still just to make certain he's completely sheathed within his woman. The hold of his fingers around her neck grows just a little firmer ( because even in these thralls of heat and arousal, the man is always thoughtful of her before himself ); but so do the breathless sounds of pleasure that escapes her parted lips. Swifter, the pace grows, and the haste of reaching that edge, to fall over into its euphoric abyss; suddenly seems to overwhelm them both. There are barely any moans for they are left breathless.
Lowering, they share a kiss that is both sensual and affectionate in nature before they tangle together in one other's arms. Their chests are rising and falling in attempts of gathering their breaths but there is a so satiated smile on Vaedar's face, one that lingers even when he tilts his head to the side to press a kiss to her forehead. ❝ Happy Valentine's, my star. ❞ And then, because it's just impossible for him to resist, the silver-gold haired man adds, ❝ Should I add chocking to our list of favorites? ❞ A remark that earns him a playful, soft bump to his side. But the gesture is followed by the sweet sound of Ashara's laughter, joined in by his own.
For: @ashccra From: Your one and only, who promised some choking for Valentine’s
