Lust was a series of little intimacies, a thousand opportunities to surrender, to lay oneself bare, and every one of them was a drop of life, a little sip of liquid light. Lara wondered if Dean knew that, somewhere deep in that mind piled high with hurt. It seemed likely, given how readily he gave in time and time again.
Or maybe it was just the quiet, the promise of fulfillment, of oblivion, that that brought the little buck back for more.
Either way, his mind opened to her and the Hunger danced, weaving its way through his thoughts, whispering calm reassurances against silent insecurities, leaving behind memories of a touch that felt whole, that filled and left dark thoughts quiet.
A liquid laugh of pleasure began low in her throat and she arched against Dean. She let go momentarily, just long enough to catch his wrists in a firm grip and guide his hands behind her back, where the laces of her corset all but begged to be undone.
Whether she spoke or not was hard to say. It could have been a whisper on a laugh or simple body language, or even the succubus Hunger's suggestion. "Be a good boy and undo me, won't you?"
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:41 am (UTC)Or maybe it was just the quiet, the promise of fulfillment, of oblivion, that that brought the little buck back for more.
Either way, his mind opened to her and the Hunger danced, weaving its way through his thoughts, whispering calm reassurances against silent insecurities, leaving behind memories of a touch that felt whole, that filled and left dark thoughts quiet.
A liquid laugh of pleasure began low in her throat and she arched against Dean. She let go momentarily, just long enough to catch his wrists in a firm grip and guide his hands behind her back, where the laces of her corset all but begged to be undone.
Whether she spoke or not was hard to say. It could have been a whisper on a laugh or simple body language, or even the succubus Hunger's suggestion. "Be a good boy and undo me, won't you?"