( That moan at her neck, the sharp pain of his teeth— Sarissa’s breath hitches. Pain, yeah, but also just because it feels good, and her back arches partly in response to the lance of pain, and to press her into the rough grasp of his hand. It feels beyond something she can articulate, something feral and instinctual.
Her hand drops from his neck, both instead working to unfasten his belt. )
Harder.
( Gasped out, as Kol’s belt is pulled from the loops and she tosses it aside. This feels like the crackle of electricity, the promise of rain after the oppressiveness of a building storm. )
Iiiiii archived the tag like a fool
Her hand drops from his neck, both instead working to unfasten his belt. )
Harder.
( Gasped out, as Kol’s belt is pulled from the loops and she tosses it aside. This feels like the crackle of electricity, the promise of rain after the oppressiveness of a building storm. )