Each careful movement of her hands, slow and deliberate caused something inside him to catch. His breathing slowed, hands digging into her hips, then merely holding, sliding up her body, her skin... the moonlight... so pale and white.
He closed his eyes against it, trying to deny the need she pulled at, the true need, the one she fulfilled then left wanting because he refused to admit it, fought it.
His body betrayed him as she slid onto him, her warmth and tightness, the power and need causing him to shake, hands pulling her to him again for a kiss. This time not one of cruelty, but one of need and honesty, raw and filled with desire. "Lee... Angel... Fuck..." His words gasped out, layered with pain and all of the things he has spent so long burying.
No more fighting each other now, just fucking. Slow, deep, real. Real, somehow, despite the magic swirling around them, the Lust riding her so hard it threatened to pull her under, for good.
C had said she could resist. Resist she did. Held the Lust and fought it with everything she was. With his help, fought to channel it into slow movements, almost-tender kisses. The drag of her fingertips across his chest. His nipples pebbling under them. The rock of her hips against his, and the wet slide of her sex against his pelvis.
Eyes dark, body hot, she bent and took his mouth yet again, harder this time. When she arched back, impaling herself on him again, so hard, oh God so hard, a low moan worked its way from deep within into the dark. Control was slipping, Chaos rising...
This was not the Lee he was used to, no fighting, no struggling for dominance. Caught him off guard, he couldn't help but respond to her, the amost-softness mixed with the lust and desire. Wanting her, no longer wanting just the power, what she called to in him.
Hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling over her nipples as he moved with her, letting her dictate the pace, his mouth crushed to hers. Still, the magic was strong, it rolled over him, tore at his control, but her touch grounded him with each thrust, power inside of him building, mingling with hers, not crashing into his, not trying to sumbmerge it, but building with it, threatening to overwhelm him, them both.
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He closed his eyes against it, trying to deny the need she pulled at, the true need, the one she fulfilled then left wanting because he refused to admit it, fought it.
His body betrayed him as she slid onto him, her warmth and tightness, the power and need causing him to shake, hands pulling her to him again for a kiss. This time not one of cruelty, but one of need and honesty, raw and filled with desire. "Lee... Angel... Fuck..." His words gasped out, layered with pain and all of the things he has spent so long burying.
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C had said she could resist. Resist she did. Held the Lust and fought it with everything she was. With his help, fought to channel it into slow movements, almost-tender kisses. The drag of her fingertips across his chest. His nipples pebbling under them. The rock of her hips against his, and the wet slide of her sex against his pelvis.
Eyes dark, body hot, she bent and took his mouth yet again, harder this time. When she arched back, impaling herself on him again, so hard, oh God so hard, a low moan worked its way from deep within into the dark. Control was slipping, Chaos rising...
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Hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling over her nipples as he moved with her, letting her dictate the pace, his mouth crushed to hers. Still, the magic was strong, it rolled over him, tore at his control, but her touch grounded him with each thrust, power inside of him building, mingling with hers, not crashing into his, not trying to sumbmerge it, but building with it, threatening to overwhelm him, them both.
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