Hakyona prompt Kiss (day 1)
Breathless
Yona leans in to Hak's touch, so soft, a gentle caress, ghosting along her milky skin. His palm cups the edges of her jawline, thumb sweeping the length of her cheek. Her breathing slows, stalling as the depths of his gaze furthers her decent into those endless blue waters. So much hidden yet when needed rises to the surface, communicating everything and anything. All of Hak's emotions can be found in his eyes and the way they change from light to dark. She could circle those pools forever. Her fingers raise up in curiosity with tender touches, the pads of her fingers exploring his face, studying the lines of his solid jaw to the curve of his cheekbones.
Slow and steady, their bodies grow closer like two magnets no longer fighting the pull against their natures. Her lips parting ever so slightly in anticipation, eyes wandering back and forth between his lips and eyes, waiting, yearning. Closer…. Closer… until the heat of Hak's breath slivers it's way over her chest sending goosebumps and tremors tingling from head to toe. His hand migrates around and up, cradling the nape of her neck, fingers weaving into her tresses. Electric shivers send her hair standing on edge as his nails leave faint trails along her scalp. Who knew Hak could be so sensual?
Till the honey incident flashes into memory with the same rouging effect then and now. The torrid affair sent such a wave of emotions crashing in that she could only stare, caught in the myriad of sensations as she watched his tongue lovingly clean the golden syrup from her fingers. Is it getting hotter? A last thought as Hak's lips trace along hers leaving barely a memory. Yona pouts, wanting, desperate for more, her whimpers tell.
Hak smirks, taunting the woman in his arms.
She peers into those sapphire's, watching it flash for a second. He's teasing, why does he always have to tease her?! "Ha—ak…" a distressed whine wisps, chasing his lips only to be rebuffed and grazing his cheek instead. Hmph! Yona cups both his cheeks, forcing a mirroring of their faces again.
His eyes widen, flaring with a mix of excitement and hunger, loving it when his woman asserts herself! But that wouldn't do, not yet. Hak wished to savor this time. All of their other kisses up till now were short, surprises, full of feeling, but lacking in satisfaction. This was the first private opportunity to take pleasure in her company and he was sure to reap every bit of that reward. He gives in oh so slightly, with a chaste kiss placed, lingering just enough to leave a fleeting warmth of remembrance and tormenting her further.
"Please…" Yona fists at his robe, her eyes searching his. Could he not see how much she wanted this?!
"Patience Princess," Hak trails kisses along her jaw, "I shall leave you breathless soon enough."