oh my goddess

Tilting her head back to give him full access to the soft, pale column of her neck, Isla's lips part in a silent cry of pleasure to feel teeth and lips and the driving thrust of his cock within her. Pinned by his body as well as by the wings that cradle against her back, there's barely any space between them, but Isla takes advantage of what little there is to let one hand sneak down between her legs. "Fuck," she hisses, the stroke of her clit and the bruising pace of his attentions doing everything and more to drag her towards the brink of orgasm. She doesn't have any witty remarks for him this time, the medic only able to utter a quick, "You're gonna make me--" before he thrusts against her so deeply that it throws her over the edge and then some. Isla isn't sure if she calls out Sunjata's name or if it's just a raw cry of pleasure, but either way she isn't quiet about it, rolling her hips hard against him as if to prolong the ecstasy of the moment for just a little longer. If time could slow down and she could drown in this moment forever, she thinks she'd just about be able to manage it. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die