[ no statement has ever been truer. there have been times she's contemplated leaving, but the harsh truth is that, even without her indenture, she'd stay. he has to know she'd stay.
her fingers are slick, the fantasy doing the work for her, even if she knows that it'll never become reality. the moments she speaks into existence are an invention, make-believe for a world outside of their own. dark eyes flutter shut because she simply can't look at him and listen to his voice at the same time, not when he's not growling at someone else but saying her name.
arching again, hand covering her while she strokes and teases at her own body, she gasps her pleasure again, wanting to deny him this one thing and then finally, she can't. her eyes open, lock on his, and it's pure desire that has her saying his name. it's a cross between a breathy sigh and a throaty moan, but she's fully invested in what she's doing now, watching for his reaction. ]
Kaz.
[ she doesn't deserve this, to want him like she does, knowing he won't give her what she needs, but she can't help this for both of them. a master of her own thoughts, she's as disciplined in this as in everything else in her life and she tightens her thigh so she can hold off just that little bit longer. tease them both. he wanted her fantasy, he has to know that he's it. without armor. ]
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[ no statement has ever been truer. there have been times she's contemplated leaving, but the harsh truth is that, even without her indenture, she'd stay. he has to know she'd stay.
her fingers are slick, the fantasy doing the work for her, even if she knows that it'll never become reality. the moments she speaks into existence are an invention, make-believe for a world outside of their own. dark eyes flutter shut because she simply can't look at him and listen to his voice at the same time, not when he's not growling at someone else but saying her name.
arching again, hand covering her while she strokes and teases at her own body, she gasps her pleasure again, wanting to deny him this one thing and then finally, she can't. her eyes open, lock on his, and it's pure desire that has her saying his name. it's a cross between a breathy sigh and a throaty moan, but she's fully invested in what she's doing now, watching for his reaction. ]
Kaz.
[ she doesn't deserve this, to want him like she does, knowing he won't give her what she needs, but she can't help this for both of them. a master of her own thoughts, she's as disciplined in this as in everything else in her life and she tightens her thigh so she can hold off just that little bit longer. tease them both. he wanted her fantasy, he has to know that he's it. without armor. ]