[and he keeps promising with his lips on her skin, on her mouth, leaning in as she drags him down. dreams of dreams of dreams come to fruition. he doesn't think about how none of this would happen if not because of the forest. this is fate, this is exactly what he wants. she's asking for him, begging for him to take her pain away.
her pale skin flushed from heat, her breathy whispers and needy touches. how much until she's useless beneath him, until her mind is swept blank with only thoughts of him. he marks her with his hands and his teeth (fuck you theo), leaves his scent anywhere he can. he's thought so much about how he wants to take her. there isn't time to linger on his fantasies with her trembling in his hands. he wants to look at her, to see her eyes get wide, as much as he wants to shove her into the dirt and see how it reddens her face.
panting, spit trailing from the corner of his mouth because he wasn't able to lick it up fast enough, heart so loud in his ears. he's hungry, god he's hungry, laying her down on her back because he can always turn her over later. gentle, he reminds himself. he has to be gentle, crawling on top of her and palming hair away from her face with one hand while the other presses two fingers into her mouth.]
Open up, baby. [baby. his. his. his.] Make them wet.
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[and he keeps promising with his lips on her skin, on her mouth, leaning in as she drags him down. dreams of dreams of dreams come to fruition. he doesn't think about how none of this would happen if not because of the forest. this is fate, this is exactly what he wants. she's asking for him, begging for him to take her pain away.
her pale skin flushed from heat, her breathy whispers and needy touches. how much until she's useless beneath him, until her mind is swept blank with only thoughts of him. he marks her with his hands and his teeth (fuck you theo), leaves his scent anywhere he can. he's thought so much about how he wants to take her. there isn't time to linger on his fantasies with her trembling in his hands. he wants to look at her, to see her eyes get wide, as much as he wants to shove her into the dirt and see how it reddens her face.
panting, spit trailing from the corner of his mouth because he wasn't able to lick it up fast enough, heart so loud in his ears. he's hungry, god he's hungry, laying her down on her back because he can always turn her over later. gentle, he reminds himself. he has to be gentle, crawling on top of her and palming hair away from her face with one hand while the other presses two fingers into her mouth.]
Open up, baby. [baby. his. his. his.] Make them wet.