the pause between breathing

His hand finds her breast and she gasps against his neck, her fangs just about grazing the skin without pricking it. Now is not the time for that, not when they're just getting started with all of this, and she moans a note of impatience as she's distracted from getting her hands on him by his walking her backwards. But the mask is gone and as her back hits the wall and Varus's cool fingers snake beneath her thigh, she surges up to meet him in a kiss. Her hands just about manage to free him from the tight fabric when he's hitching her up against the wall entirely, Isla shuddering out a breath and letting her tongue flick against his one last time before his voice grates the air. It's enough to have her melting, a smile teasing at her lips, and she reaches between them to wrap her fingers around his cock, squeezing. "Have me, Cal," she whispers, leaning in for another kiss and tilting her hips to tease him in. Fast, hard, relentless. If there's one thing that will take him out of this mood, this is it. Isla the flesh is weak