#seni_writing

"Oh? You like that, hm?" The fae whispers against your ear, every inch of his skin touching yours, inside and out. His hands are so teasingly gentle, a caress so light it tickles— Yet when his fingers wrap around you, his lips raise with pride as you writhe beneath his strength. His lips bear an amused smirk whenever it isn't occupied with leaving his mark upon your body.

"Aw~ How come you've gone so quiet?" Your lover raises his head, pressing a loving, doting kiss upon your cheek, towards the corner of your lips, pausing right before your lips.

You gaze up at the man. Sweat beads up across the surface of his skin, down his long lashes and onto your skin. His eyelids are lowered, yet it does not hide the caring depravity encapsuled within his crimson irises.

"I quite liked it when you moaned for me," he breathlessly continues. Your lover's quite a hypocrite, requesting your screams yet silencing you with such an intimate kiss.

Your bodies move together in a beautiful rhythm, with such sinful grace that heaven cannot bear a candle to its purity. No, not by a long shot. The bed creaks quietly in the night, accompanied by your ecstasy and his euphoria. Your bodies combine gently, slowly. Carefully and so lovingly.

Your lips press against his face, so reassuring and loving as he destroys you beneath your skin, embracibg your soul with every knowing drive of his self unto yours. His hand entangles itself beneath your hair, so dominating with its gentle grip against your scalp.

"I love you," he utters with such devotion while he restrains himself from reaching paradise without you. It does not matter to a worshipper how many times they bring their deity such ecstasy as offering. A worshipper as caring and loving as he will refuse paradise if you cannot come with him.

"I love you too," your lips mutter with a smile. Your mind is long gone, and your heart is contentedly bathing in his depravity.