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πππ πππ πππππππππ, ππ πππ always been those eyes that drew him in, but it was only when she smiled that Vaedar knew heβd beenΒ Β ENSNARED.Β The gleam they acquired when she laughed reminded the male of clear waters glistening withΒ Β SUNSHINEΒ βAnd thatβs how her gaze is when their bodiesΒ Β FINALLYΒ meet in unison. Unbeknownst to him, the violet of his own eyes almost glows with the flaring inner flame from which his very life source thrives. As if somehow, becoming one with hers in this physical sense, fueled that fire. They were opposing forces, many would think and yet, the draconian is certain this is the closest heβs been to what humans callΒ Β HEAVEN.
Β Β Β Β β You wonβt have to waitβ¦ longβ¦ β Itβs one of the very few promises he makes only because heβs confident on fulfilling it. The more their bodies continue this sensual dance, the more assured on just how fucked he isβThere wouldΒ Β ABSOLUTELYΒ be a second, a third, and as many times as he can have her more. Sure, as scarce as they have been, the male has slept with the same individual more than once but never has he felt thisΒ Β URGEΒ to do so again, even before itβs over. Never has he felt obliged to cherish every moment, to unravel all the hidden places of anotherβs body as he is with Niamh. Despite being vaguely aware of it all, VaedarΒ Β REFUSESΒ to dwell on the truth of what it all means, only allowing himself to feel. And, oh, how it feelsβ¦
Β Β Β Β β You feel perfectβ¦ Beyond anything IβImagined. β He whispers to her lips, the pace of his thrusts increasing again but not yielding in its depth. They both have been aware of the simmering attraction, growing steadily with every passing day. Itβs why neither are surprised with the brimmingΒ Β PASSIONΒ consuming them whole, and the male would have it no other way. Lids close, basking in the touch of her fingers in his platinum hair and the one on his cheek, silently relishing in howΒ Β RIGHTΒ it is. Perhaps in an unconscious response to the gesture, one of his own hands lifts to caress the softness of her cheek, with the thumb gently tracing the underside of an eye. Even as his hips continue rolling, his violet hues met hers, a smile hazed withΒ Β PLEASUREΒ curving his mouth.
Β Β Β Β β Because I was stupidβThinking Iβd stop wanting youβ¦ β Vaedar admits, his pride receding enough to let him do so. Leaning down, he captures her lips while the hand on her face lowers to her neck; seductively smoothing along her collar, the rise of a bare breast and the shape of the kelpieβs waist. Soft groans and hummed sounds ofΒ Β DELIGHTΒ reverberating in his throat. When the kiss breaks, the draconian rests his forehead on Niamhβs, half lid eyes gazing into the femaleβs. He was climbing closer to that edge, so close to reaching the peak of sheerΒ Β RAPTURE,Β but he was determined to fall into that abyss at the same time with her.Β β β¦I donβt think Iβll ever stop. β
Β Β Β Β Β π§π’ππ¦π‘ π ππ¬π©π¬ ππ¬ π―πππππ«βπ¬ ππ²ππ¬ π¬π‘π’π¦π¦ππ« with purple fire. the sight of that vibrant violet calls to her. she is the moth to his flame, drawn close by the promise of light, by warmth. it doesnβt matter in this moment whether or not he has the capacity to burn her; she is more than willing to take the risk.Β
β flatterer, β she laughs through the hitch in her breath. the hand on his cheek slips. fingers clutch at his shoulder only to tighten around the curve of his bicep where she watches her nails indent themselves. she canβt keep herself from being consumed by his beauty, by the urge to lean up and capture vaedarβs mouth in another kissββthis one equal parts heat and relief.Β β this feels so right,β she murmurs, wrapping her legs around him tighter. she holds him close, almost as though never to let him go again.Β
gods above, she begins to see stars behind her eyes every time they shut.Β β oh, vaedar, β niamh sighs as her back arches off the mattress. waves of tight, rolling pleasure descend down on her with every well timed thrust. itβs hard to imagine that she might have this at her disposal nowββnot just the sex, but vaedar himself. vaedar, who holds her face tenderly, whose fiery gaze is too like giving name to everything she has ever wanted. everything she has dared to ache over. because gods know, she aches for him.Β
the hand at his hair only tangles further, nails grazing against his scalp.Β β donβt,β she gasps now, a faint sheen of sweat glimmering across her face and clavicles.Β β donβt stop. not now. β niamh swallows, cerulean eyes wide and starstruck as she tightens around his cock, so very close to the edge itβs hard to keep her thoughts from splintering at the very seams.Β β not... not ever. I want everything you can give me. β the words are too bold, too demanding, too needy, but they spill forth all the same.Β β vae, I-Iβm going to... β she keens. niamhβs breath stills as she cries out his name.Β β oh! oh, pleaseββ βΒ
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