Lips part and lungs expand to feel the delicate, dangerous clasp of his fingers, and she resists the urge to gag herself on it, to find out whether the sensation is pleasurable or painful with increased pressure. The alchemy of touch and heat is, as he has already put it, completely maddening, and there exists not one particle within her that relishes self-control. "And I will want them, and I will enjoy finding out how best to have them," she whispers, the words a purr vibrating against his palm.
"I wonder, is that why touch is so addictive for these creatures?" There are no shared synapses between them any longer, no ethereal existence where beginnings and endings coalesce. It makes her hinges loose, letting chaos spill through the cracks in the door, and she reaches out automatically, the pads of her fingers pressing to his soft, full lips.
"This world is ripe for the plucking," she murmurs. "I can taste it in the air."
"I wonder, is that why touch is so addictive for these creatures?" There are no shared synapses between them any longer, no ethereal existence where beginnings and endings coalesce. It makes her hinges loose, letting chaos spill through the cracks in the door, and she reaches out automatically, the pads of her fingers pressing to his soft, full lips.
"This world is ripe for the plucking," she murmurs. "I can taste it in the air."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
