[ Archons. Not only is he quickly getting her back to very het up with his touches, the pulses of ice serve to keep her on her toes, forcing her to focus on each and every touch. He knows just where to be, the perfect spot to keep her aching for more, reaching for the edge but being drawn constantly away, giving her everything she needs but never enough.
But he's right, when he speaksβ it is his birthday, and while he may just be teasing her, while she knows he's enjoying the way she cries sonorously for him, she can't help but wonder if there's something she might enjoy even more. She pulls her face back from where it's pressed into the side of his neck, looking up at him with a dazed softness in her blue eyes.
Before the words even come, she stumbles out several gasps and moans. ]
Thenβ then tell me, Wriothesley. What do you want for your birthday? [ Another sharp sound, and Navia pants out a rough groan into his neck. ] Tell me. Whatever it is, I'll grant it.
[ A dangerous promise, perhaps? But she trusts him. ]
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But he's right, when he speaksβ it is his birthday, and while he may just be teasing her, while she knows he's enjoying the way she cries sonorously for him, she can't help but wonder if there's something she might enjoy even more. She pulls her face back from where it's pressed into the side of his neck, looking up at him with a dazed softness in her blue eyes.
Before the words even come, she stumbles out several gasps and moans. ]
Thenβ then tell me, Wriothesley. What do you want for your birthday? [ Another sharp sound, and Navia pants out a rough groan into his neck. ] Tell me. Whatever it is, I'll grant it.
[ A dangerous promise, perhaps? But she trusts him. ]