It's a feeling we always chase

Maea

And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die

He held out on her until Maea feared he wouldn't give her anything at all, and she was about to collapse onto him, sink limp and boneless to his chest and just give up. But his mouth was still at her neck, biting and biting, and it was hopeless to forget the burning, the throbbing, the aching need it spawned in her.

And then finally he seemed to have grown tired of toying with her - or she'd somehow given him what he wanted without understanding it - but his hands moved, claws digging into pale flesh as he pushed her down and thrust himself up and filled. her. completely. He growled and latched on to her neck, and Maea shuddered, gasped, then cried out when the surge of pleasure crashed over her. Her spine arched, internal muscles clenching tight around him. She pushed herself back as far as she could in his grasp, to help fit him fully into her... and then he lifted her up again, thrust back in, the slow, meticulous intent enough to drive her far away from anything resembling restraint.

She didn't really know what she was saying anymore, but words poured over her lips all the same. Jumbled, garbled, pleading and moaning his name, begging for more, to go faster, harder... one resounding 'fuck yes!' of approval. She bent her head around, tried to reach his neck while his mouth remained latched to hers, to bite down on him the same way. Her teeth itching for resistance, nails scraping down his scalp... and already that pressure was pooling in her abdomen, threatening to make this a very quick affair indeed.

And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh