the pause between breathing

Every thrust draws a breathless mewl of pleasure from her throat, Isla both startled and undone by this side of Varus, all clipped orders and blunt movements that leave no room for argument. His hand leaves her thigh and she tightens her legs around his waist, head lolling back so she can arch off the wall and meet every buck of his hips. Only as his thumb tilts her chin down does she relax somewhat, pebble blue eyes locking on a face that has no right to be this handsome, smudged with kohl and glazed with lust. "Have me," she all but begs, and he wastes no time in doing just that. Her lips part in silent surprise as he takes her once more, fingers flinching in his hair and tightening their grip. Exhaling a shuddering breath that wraps around Varus's name, Isla already feels heat starting to build in her core, threatening to kindle into a blaze given long enough. Alas, maybe next time. Isla the flesh is weak