(SE) running red lights

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

All thoughts zone in on him as he consumes her, sending sparks of the feeling through the bond inadvertently to him, the sharp inhales of her breaths as he picks up speed, the bright moans that leave her mentally through it, coming across more like a whimper he can’t hear. He pulls her closer, and she’s happy to oblige any sort of movement so long as he keeps it up. Her legs lift ever so slightly, hooking over him as her hands tangle in his hair and along his neck, along those tattooed shoulders.

Her teeth even manage to latch on, and she peppers his own neck with a few dark bruises to match her own, her hot breath raking along his skin, teeth dragging with each thrust of him burying himself deeper and deeper. And she knew, she knew she wouldn’t last long, not when it was finally made a reality. Not when his sharp movements surprise her and indulge her. And she pulls away from his neck to arch her back into him, tightening around his length, until she can’t stand it any longer.

The string is plucked, pulled, and she shudders hard with the release that washes over her — burning and contracting with the sensation, sounds coloring her voice as she cries out with it, sends it down the bond to him where he might actually have a chance of hearing her voice.

KIADA