Her body is soft in all the ways he had needed and missed. While he had always noticed the heat that radiated from her and inside of her, it was her softness that made overwhelmed him. He still struggled for breath, choking on the emotion that had risen to the surface, replacing frenzy with awe and love. It had shaken him, how much he felt for her on that first night. It surpassed anything else he had felt before, a strong link that he couldn't explain or begin to understand. It was as if his blood cried out for her and his soul was bound to hers.
His hips moved on their own accord, having long ago lost the ability for stable rhythm and speed. Instead, he chased after that warm feeling, his body struggling to hold out with each push and pull. It was almost as though his climax were being dragged from him, all without his will and permission. It was embarrassing to know that he was failing to draw this out, but she had teased him so well and it had been so long since he was with her last. It was too much.
He gripped her tightly, his nails digging into her sides, his last semblance of control before his body gave way. He pressed her face into her neck, biting fiercely into her flesh in a desperate bid to mark her and push her over the edge as well. Or maybe he simply wanted to taste her? It was hard to tell in that fine line between pleasure and madness.
His body tightened within her, his hips managing to thrust once and twice more before his speed spilled. He groaned, his voice muffled by her skin. His eyes shut tightly, color blooming before his eyes, as though she had returned it to the world herself.
He would have to make this up to her. It wouldn't be the last.
Daenerys | Intro Log #4 | NSFW
Her body is soft in all the ways he had needed and missed. While he had always noticed the heat that radiated from her and inside of her, it was her softness that made overwhelmed him. He still struggled for breath, choking on the emotion that had risen to the surface, replacing frenzy with awe and love. It had shaken him, how much he felt for her on that first night. It surpassed anything else he had felt before, a strong link that he couldn't explain or begin to understand. It was as if his blood cried out for her and his soul was bound to hers.
His hips moved on their own accord, having long ago lost the ability for stable rhythm and speed. Instead, he chased after that warm feeling, his body struggling to hold out with each push and pull. It was almost as though his climax were being dragged from him, all without his will and permission. It was embarrassing to know that he was failing to draw this out, but she had teased him so well and it had been so long since he was with her last. It was too much.
He gripped her tightly, his nails digging into her sides, his last semblance of control before his body gave way. He pressed her face into her neck, biting fiercely into her flesh in a desperate bid to mark her and push her over the edge as well. Or maybe he simply wanted to taste her? It was hard to tell in that fine line between pleasure and madness.
His body tightened within her, his hips managing to thrust once and twice more before his speed spilled. He groaned, his voice muffled by her skin. His eyes shut tightly, color blooming before his eyes, as though she had returned it to the world herself.
He would have to make this up to her. It wouldn't be the last.