JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
He drowns in the kaleidoscope of her thoughts; pride, sweet and golden, underpinned by the dark violet of validation, of vengeance, of knowing she was worthy of being Torchline's darling. And as enticing as Flora finds it, as much as it tugs her towards orgasm, Jack is ferried along in her wake. His hands press and grasp and seek, his kisses come with teeth against her throat, and he groans a note of mounting pleasure that's swallowed up by her own demands.
You'll have it, he might have vowed. I'll bring it to you. In the chaos of these moments he might have even meant it, although - and Flora might well agree, given the situation - he might forget it just as quickly. Either way, as the Doubletake hitches them both over the precipice and into white static and ecstasy, Jack might very well agree that she's a goddess.
You'll have it, he might have vowed. I'll bring it to you. In the chaos of these moments he might have even meant it, although - and Flora might well agree, given the situation - he might forget it just as quickly. Either way, as the Doubletake hitches them both over the precipice and into white static and ecstasy, Jack might very well agree that she's a goddess.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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