Lust
Due to the semi graphic content of this chapter ( duh… title is 'Lust'), I'm gonna go ahead and say:
WARNING! Rated M for mild lemon!
Okay, I warned ya. Read at your own risk.
Lust
The sound of her heart pounding wildly rings in her ears drowns out the sound of her ragged breathing. Her back is pressed against the wall, her body trapped between the hard brick surface and his muscled chest. They share a feral kiss, tongues lashing out viciously, fighting for control. She fights heatedly, but gives up and lets him have his way, instead opting to focus more on sliding her hands into his hair.
He breaks off the kiss and leans lower, nipping at her neck and collar, making her let out the tiniest of highpitched noises. His hands explore her body feverishly as her fingers tangle in his hair, steering his mouth to where she wants his tongue to taste her.
She bucks her hips against him to alert him to her impatience, and he immediately moves his hands down her body to obey. He tears at her belt roughly, ripping down her shorts in one smooth motion.
His hand slides up her thigh, his fingers rubbing her through the thin fabric of her underwear. She feels herself get wet in excitement, the blend of the bulge pressing into her hip and his ministrations drowning what little forbearance she has left. With the palm of his hand he brushes her underwear away and he touches her boldly, feeling the heat she radiates. His middle finger pushes inside her, feeling her damp and warm entrance, and using the wetness there for friction. His thumb strokes her clitoris in tiny circles, the sensation making her throw her head back.
"Auron...", she moans in ecstasy, leaning into his touch wilfully.
Suddenly his presence is gone, and so are his lips on her neck as he pulls back.
"Fru?"
She freezes.
Wait.
Wrong language.
Wrong voice.
Growling angrily, she opens her eyes and takes in the man before her.
Blonde locks that have suffered the fervent use of numerous hair products. A handsome boyish face that probably makes countless of women swoon and drop their panties. Mindless green eyes that carry no real character, only the chance of getting a good lay tonight.
She feels her face heat up as her painful disappointment replaces itself with unrelenting fury immediately.
"E dumt oui hud du dymg.", she growls. The man frowns, not used to the change of tone in his conquests' attitudes.
I told you not to talk.
"Yna oui ugyo?", he asks in curiosity, not so much in concern.
He tries brushing strands of hair from her face to soothe her, but she angrily slaps his annoying fake-gentle hand away.
"Kad uvv!", she snarls, pushing him off her and straightening her clothes in a huff.
She leaves without looking back.
Al Bhed Dictionary:
Fru?: Who?
Yna oui ugyo?: Are you okay?
Kad uvv!: Get off!
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