She has been made witness to the power of him, the brutality. She has learned at his hands and through his silence what sort of creature he has been trained to be and has become the clay in which he can make a tribute of himself. She knew so little of him before then, knew so little of him still, and yet she knows when she feels him tremble above her as she strokes him with his own wetness as it eases from the tip that this is not his usual standard of training. Knows that what is happening between them is real and rare and all the more apocalyptic for that fact.
She knows that she could very well die for the honesty and intensity of what he makes her feel, and when he nudges her hand out of the way in order to be able to shift forward and sink inside her, she also knows would be more than happy to do so.
She gasps, her neck and back arching in tandem and her knees falling open in supplication in the moment it takes him to fill her, her hands gripping the material of his shirt as though she needs a point of gravity in which to keep herself tethered to the Earth. She turns her face into his hair where it has swept down over his face, mindlessly rooting through it until she finds the lobe of his ear and suck it between her lips.
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Date: 2014-09-01 01:19 am (UTC)She knows that she could very well die for the honesty and intensity of what he makes her feel, and when he nudges her hand out of the way in order to be able to shift forward and sink inside her, she also knows would be more than happy to do so.
She gasps, her neck and back arching in tandem and her knees falling open in supplication in the moment it takes him to fill her, her hands gripping the material of his shirt as though she needs a point of gravity in which to keep herself tethered to the Earth. She turns her face into his hair where it has swept down over his face, mindlessly rooting through it until she finds the lobe of his ear and suck it between her lips.