JACK
Hissing in a breath through his teeth, Flora's wish is Jack's command. And gods, even better than the image of her - and that is absolutely nothing to sniff at, might he add - is the way she sees herself in this scenario. A painting as bold and vivid as any Longheat day, the captain loses himself in the what-ifs, the let-them-sees, all complemented by a body painted gold and amber by the firelight.
Harder has his hips aching deliciously and a brutish fire kindling low in his belly, though of course Jack is mostly interested in Flora's mounting orgasm. So it is that, while his pace is bruising and hard, he still matches himself to the rhythm of the pleasure she's drawing from her own body.
Harder has his hips aching deliciously and a brutish fire kindling low in his belly, though of course Jack is mostly interested in Flora's mounting orgasm. So it is that, while his pace is bruising and hard, he still matches himself to the rhythm of the pleasure she's drawing from her own body.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
