Symbiosis
When she was beneath him, she felt powerful.
His strong arms engulfed her in an overpowering embrace, and she fell like blades of grass beneath his form. Teasing lips found her neck and she moaned in salacious delight, squirming in the sweat that seeped from their bodies and soaked into the sallow sheets that twisted silently around them. "Oh, Touga-sama..." she giggled, tearing her lips away from his for a breath of air. "You're my only prince."
They were only words to him. Words, words, words. Words that shot from her mouth without care or consideration, aimed with venomous tips at those who would stifle her. They had no meaning, no substance, and they certainly weren't meant for him. He knew. Every word she uttered, be it of love, hate, appeal, or abhorrence, was done so with only one in mind. He smiled darkly at the irony and covered her chest in kisses.
They, too, meant nothing. And she knew it. But here she would remain, plastered between his body and the bed sheets beneath her, bathed in sin and dark indulgence, partaking in meaningless sex, and feeding off his incredible power until her wild ambition was satiated.
But she would gladly remain until the end of eternity. After all, how many could say that they've made love to a prince?
When she was beneath him, she felt powerful.
His strong arms engulfed her in an overpowering embrace, and she fell like blades of grass beneath his form. Teasing lips found her neck and she moaned in salacious delight, squirming in the sweat that seeped from their bodies and soaked into the sallow sheets that twisted silently around them. "Oh, Touga-sama..." she giggled, tearing her lips away from his for a breath of air. "You're my only prince."
They were only words to him. Words, words, words. Words that shot from her mouth without care or consideration, aimed with venomous tips at those who would stifle her. They had no meaning, no substance, and they certainly weren't meant for him. He knew. Every word she uttered, be it of love, hate, appeal, or abhorrence, was done so with only one in mind. He smiled darkly at the irony and covered her chest in kisses.
They, too, meant nothing. And she knew it. But here she would remain, plastered between his body and the bed sheets beneath her, bathed in sin and dark indulgence, partaking in meaningless sex, and feeding off his incredible power until her wild ambition was satiated.
But she would gladly remain until the end of eternity. After all, how many could say that they've made love to a prince?