Até: Ruin, Infatuation, Obsession, & Love's Folly (banishedruin) wrote in utr_logs,
She leaned back, laying her back against the marble of the altar, one hand reaching over her head to grip the far edge. Even when your mouth is busy you talk a lot, love... Her words, even mentally, were tinged with amusement. Still, she appreciated his intent.
The hand in his hair fell away, coming instead to her hip, fingers curling around his. His tongue was driving her mad... just like he always promised it would. Like she knew it would. She was fine and calm until he began to suck, a shudder running right through her as she growled. Don't stop.