[ His attempts to play her are quickly rewarded as she alternates seemingly at random between moans and gasps, back arching and breasts pushing into the touch. The sensation is so foreign compared to any she has experienced, the sensitivity overwhelming but delightful in all the right ways, the ache of it more pleasure than anything else, pleasure and unrepentant need, and her breathing quickly turns ragged as the shift of his hand speaks of the most sinful of promises.
Her hips jolt against the barely-there graze of his finger, and while later she will certainly be grateful for his choice to treat her carefully, in this moment a sudden swell of frustration has her teeth nip at the skin of his throat, a punishing bite as her hips lift in search of more.
"How's that?" he asks, and she groans out her answer. Nothing has ever felt this good, not ever. ]
I swear to each and every god still living in Teyvatβ [ she breathes out, tongue laving over the red mark her teeth left behind ] βif you don't touch me...
[ It's an empty threat, mainly because all Navia knows is him right nowβ she barely has enough coherency to think of what she could possibly do to him in her frustration. ]
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Her hips jolt against the barely-there graze of his finger, and while later she will certainly be grateful for his choice to treat her carefully, in this moment a sudden swell of frustration has her teeth nip at the skin of his throat, a punishing bite as her hips lift in search of more.
"How's that?" he asks, and she groans out her answer. Nothing has ever felt this good, not ever. ]
I swear to each and every god still living in Teyvatβ [ she breathes out, tongue laving over the red mark her teeth left behind ] βif you don't touch me...
[ It's an empty threat, mainly because all Navia knows is him right nowβ she barely has enough coherency to think of what she could possibly do to him in her frustration. ]