[And there, there it is, that all but divine moment when Sypha catches that shift in expression. It's sheer stubbornness and determination that has kept her going now, tongue between her two teeth as she murmurs. It is almost as if two may become one, that moment, feeling him cling to her even as she clings to him.
The shout earns a quiver that ripples through her body, that has her toes curling and her grip tightening. He is lovely in that moment of surrender, pure pleasure painted across his features as she continues to rock her own hips, waiting, waiting, until that last possible moment.
It's harder, that shudder that arches through her, that has her breaking contact and burrowing her face against his neck. Those soft pants and whimpers are lost against his skin as her walls clamp around him and her legs tense. Hot breaths are gasped against his skin, that sharp circular motion of her hips, as if to squeeze him for everything he may give.
And yet no matter how hard she may try to make time stop, to remain in that moment of lightning and fire kissing her skin and sparking her senses, that rise has crested, has fallen, that sated lull seeking to wrap her in its embrace. Her face turns, hands cupping his cheeks again, to place a tender kiss against his lips, mindful of those fangs, as she hums her happiness.]
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The shout earns a quiver that ripples through her body, that has her toes curling and her grip tightening. He is lovely in that moment of surrender, pure pleasure painted across his features as she continues to rock her own hips, waiting, waiting, until that last possible moment.
It's harder, that shudder that arches through her, that has her breaking contact and burrowing her face against his neck. Those soft pants and whimpers are lost against his skin as her walls clamp around him and her legs tense. Hot breaths are gasped against his skin, that sharp circular motion of her hips, as if to squeeze him for everything he may give.
And yet no matter how hard she may try to make time stop, to remain in that moment of lightning and fire kissing her skin and sparking her senses, that rise has crested, has fallen, that sated lull seeking to wrap her in its embrace. Her face turns, hands cupping his cheeks again, to place a tender kiss against his lips, mindful of those fangs, as she hums her happiness.]