Slayed


To feel that warmth and strength against me

The taste of smoke and wine as his tongue searches

My pale skin oiled with almond and lavender

He closes his eyes as his hands slide across my waiting flesh

My head is filled with sensations

I thrust my hips against his feeling how he feels

I am slick dripping honey

I am dizzy drowning feeling weightless

He is way beyond control

His sword lances me with such meaning

I moan

He gasps

I can’t move numbed with pleasure

He smiles

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