[ is enslave the right word, however when he just as much desires to be shackled to her, in the same way she may be to him? in sensing the same amount of want and yearning from her, he seems to regain this sense of confidence in her choice. sylus had always valued her agency when it comes to making these decisions. while she may have cursed him, he would have still wanted for her to choose him of her own volition. wouldn't it have been pointless otherwise?
still, he revels in where their inclinations overlap; the purity in their primal impulses, being lost in the pleasure of desire... these were all things he's always wanted. he can hear them in the soft noises she makes, or even in the way they meet again in a flurry of kisses, saliva on the corner of their lips. as much as the beeping behind them was incessant, so were their tongues. the slick and velvety soft sensation overrules any desire to move the car, or to exact vengeance on those who are clearly attempting to get them hit the accelerator. at least he put the car into park when she hits the hazards.
with her irritation, his fingers touch her brows which seemed to tense up, before he takes her into his arms again. his fingers move from her face to the side of her neck, to her shoulders. they come to briefly touch her chest, before they rest on her hip. he touches her as much as he's able to in this close, but confined space. ]
Such impatience, even though I'm already yours. [ he pulls away, just barely whispering next to her ear. ]
If you keep going, there might not be any turning back. [ not just for their relationship, either. his arousal is clear, even through his pants, and did she really want to risk being caught here in broad daylight with the boss of onychinus? ]
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[ is enslave the right word, however when he just as much desires to be shackled to her, in the same way she may be to him? in sensing the same amount of want and yearning from her, he seems to regain this sense of confidence in her choice. sylus had always valued her agency when it comes to making these decisions. while she may have cursed him, he would have still wanted for her to choose him of her own volition. wouldn't it have been pointless otherwise?
still, he revels in where their inclinations overlap; the purity in their primal impulses, being lost in the pleasure of desire... these were all things he's always wanted. he can hear them in the soft noises she makes, or even in the way they meet again in a flurry of kisses, saliva on the corner of their lips. as much as the beeping behind them was incessant, so were their tongues. the slick and velvety soft sensation overrules any desire to move the car, or to exact vengeance on those who are clearly attempting to get them hit the accelerator. at least he put the car into park when she hits the hazards.
with her irritation, his fingers touch her brows which seemed to tense up, before he takes her into his arms again. his fingers move from her face to the side of her neck, to her shoulders. they come to briefly touch her chest, before they rest on her hip. he touches her as much as he's able to in this close, but confined space. ]
Such impatience, even though I'm already yours. [ he pulls away, just barely whispering next to her ear. ]
If you keep going, there might not be any turning back. [ not just for their relationship, either. his arousal is clear, even through his pants, and did she really want to risk being caught here in broad daylight with the boss of onychinus? ]