the pause between breathing

Gods, but he doesn't have to tell her twice. Isla practically serenades him as she cums, her thighs squeezing about him, and the hand splayed against his chest is suddenly tipped with blades that threaten to prick into his skin. Luckily it doesn't go quite that far, but the relentless pace Varus has set has her shivering with ecstasy, her hips arching back against him to meet him with every thrust. She rides out the wave of her orgasm with parted lips and eyes that seem near catlike in the shadows of the room, Isla gazing down at him with a lopsided smile forming on her face that bares fangs. "You're amazing," she pants, though it's difficult to have any sort of a conversation when they're still on their way to the finish line. Isla the flesh is weak