You're so cold
but you feel alive
Maea wanted to savor this, to make it last. His kisses blew a flame to life within her, made her feel needy again. She deepened the kiss, pushed her tongue in past his lips and let it roam the cavern of his mouth. Raking across his teeth, wrestling with his tongue. Searching for the fangs that sometimes were there and sometimes not, to see if they were sharp enough to make her bleed. In his hair, her hands kneaded the dark curls, small fists closing and opening in lingering, gentle tugs in pace with her breath. Around her, the strong arms kept her warm, kept her close, but moved surprisingly little. It didn't matter; she was in no hurry, and only had more attention to shower over his mouth like this.
Then, quite slowly, very deliberately, she trailed off. Placing those kisses against his cheek, along his stubbled jaw. Up to the ear, where one earring was a little more special than the other; she didn't know which, or why, but was careful not to bother them all the same as she let her tongue taste the tender skin beneath it. Teeth grazing ever so slightly; half teasing, half testing. To see how he would react.
Then, quite slowly, very deliberately, she trailed off. Placing those kisses against his cheek, along his stubbled jaw. Up to the ear, where one earring was a little more special than the other; she didn't know which, or why, but was careful not to bother them all the same as she let her tongue taste the tender skin beneath it. Teeth grazing ever so slightly; half teasing, half testing. To see how he would react.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
