01-07-2025, 10:06 PM
He yanked her forward.
She didn’t know him well, but he’d always seemed a creature of shadows, and not one who dared make his will known. But power changed everything; it always did. There was thrill in the creation of that awakening in him, and in his reaction to it. It electrified something primal inside. Oriena tormented with her sexuality all the time, but she could count on one hand the amount of victims it didn’t just make quake, even if they wanted her. Even Nox had needed an undue amount of permission to take liberties, and Jaxen played with the fire of her volatility, emboldened by it, only to recoil when he inevitably got burned. Because she didn’t know when to stop. Because she didn’t want to stop.
The fire roared behind her; she could feel the heat of its punishing promise at her back, scalding through her leathers in stark contrast to the snow cushioning her knees. He was still pinned under her, and her own blood was sharp on her tongue, but if Sasha cared it didn’t stop him. It only fueled her arousal. Ori was vicious in desire. She bit him before she kissed him back, and the hand that had been at his throat fisted in his hair instead.
“Tell me what you want,” she breathed it into him, into the brutality of her kiss – not even knowing herself if she meant the lust sparked in her like those inferno flames, or the retribution he had promised on those who hunted him.
She didn’t know him well, but he’d always seemed a creature of shadows, and not one who dared make his will known. But power changed everything; it always did. There was thrill in the creation of that awakening in him, and in his reaction to it. It electrified something primal inside. Oriena tormented with her sexuality all the time, but she could count on one hand the amount of victims it didn’t just make quake, even if they wanted her. Even Nox had needed an undue amount of permission to take liberties, and Jaxen played with the fire of her volatility, emboldened by it, only to recoil when he inevitably got burned. Because she didn’t know when to stop. Because she didn’t want to stop.
The fire roared behind her; she could feel the heat of its punishing promise at her back, scalding through her leathers in stark contrast to the snow cushioning her knees. He was still pinned under her, and her own blood was sharp on her tongue, but if Sasha cared it didn’t stop him. It only fueled her arousal. Ori was vicious in desire. She bit him before she kissed him back, and the hand that had been at his throat fisted in his hair instead.
“Tell me what you want,” she breathed it into him, into the brutality of her kiss – not even knowing herself if she meant the lust sparked in her like those inferno flames, or the retribution he had promised on those who hunted him.
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