Até: Ruin, Infatuation, Obsession, & Love's Folly (banishedruin) wrote in utr_logs,
Oh, he was going for her kryptonite. a shuddering sigh escaped her lips as her head dropped to the side, neck elongated and exposed under his lips. For a moment she was limp against him, then fingers were felt against flesh and she tensed immediately, arms tightening and fingers curled around the collar of his jacket behind his neck Hips rocked up into his hand, and her breath quickened quickly to a shallow staccato... he knew just how to get her to that edge.