born with salt on my skin
It’s a novel idea - fucking Saiden. I’m usually against it for some reason or another, but I ain’t seen Elo around lately (somethin’ I should probably look into, considering her envelopes…) an’ I know the two’a em dropped in together an’ were Outlander buddies or somethin’ like that. Probably more, if I had to guess, given ah, how hot they both are an’ Elo’s general sense’a sensuality.“Then let’s have fun,” I propose with that bedroom voice, the husky one that says all that an’ more. Subtext galore. Reachin’ for ‘is pants, I try to loop my fingers around a belt loop an’ pull his hips towards me, eyes hooded an’ full’a wantin’.
“Get into some’a that trouble,” I purr, waitin’ to see if he’ll bite - both figuratively and literally. Bite my neck, my shoulder, my nipples - somethin’ rough an’ needy. I want to leave here with scrapes on my back an’ pleasantly sore legs.
and the sea in my blood
RAZA
