[ One day. One day, she'd learn to be careful what she wished for. Gods were too good at providing at a level she wasn't used to.
Her mouth opens with a silent scream as her lungs cease to function. The pain is immeasurable. Even her unfeeling hair seems like it's getting singed away at the ends. She has to slam a hand over her mouth to keep in an actual scream, but only just barely. The high noise still escapes, hardly muffled, though it's cut short simply because even the act of expelling air hurt too much. This was pain. Pain beyond imagining.
And yet...it's exactly everything she needed. Seconds later, the dam bursts, and her orgasm rocks her entire body, making her thrash against him and the bed. Pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain--it's all one beautiful, terrible blend of torment and exultant release. With how hard she's squeezing against his fingers, she wonders if he even has room to continue moving them, or if they'll ever make it back out.
All at once, she collapses, flushed and covered in sweat, unmoving to the point that it may seem like something's wrong. But the few stilted breaths she takes in as her eyes stare up blankly let off that she's not quite dead yet. In fact, she's more alive than she's ever been.
[ It's beautiful, glorious -- submission and worship mingled together. She produces the most spectacular finale to his actions, like an explosion of fireworks -- bright, bursting, and fizzling to nothing. And in their wake, power (true power) courses through his veins. He did that. He was capable of that and so much more. He's a God. Capital fucking G.
His hand withdraws from her body, wrist aching from the intensity of slamming fingers within. Digit by digit, he pops them into his mouth to clean and then leans down to 'clean' her as well -- tasting her climax and the fading pulses across her nethers. As he lets the pain ebb away within her, his lips trail up her stomach and he crawls upward until he can reach her lips and kiss her with her own taste. ]
You are so fucking beautiful. I love you. Every perfect inch of you.
[ His lips trail along her neck, tasting the underside of her jaw before he whispers, quiet and alluring. ]
Let's do the cocaine.
[ Because for him, that would be the cherry on top of this perfect evening -- getting to snort lines directly off her skin. ]
[ She finally shows some signs of life again once his mouth moves against areas now so sensitive that it makes her whimper and twitch. It's like a tiny little encore to end the show perfectly.
...Only, the show's not over, is it?
It's taking a lot of energy to even return his kiss, to acknowledge anything he's saying. She feels like a cracked egg on hot pavement. Just let her sizzle away. It was so much more comfortable. ]
Lov--love you, too.
[ Her eyelids are fluttering, half from the way his mouth is lighting up the still-burning nerves on her neck, half because sleep seems like such a good idea right now. ]
Have. Have fun...
[ Because the "let's" didn't register. Her head's lolling to one side, eyes barely open. Maybe she could finally get the nap that'd been eluding her for so long. ]
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Her mouth opens with a silent scream as her lungs cease to function. The pain is immeasurable. Even her unfeeling hair seems like it's getting singed away at the ends. She has to slam a hand over her mouth to keep in an actual scream, but only just barely. The high noise still escapes, hardly muffled, though it's cut short simply because even the act of expelling air hurt too much. This was pain. Pain beyond imagining.
And yet...it's exactly everything she needed. Seconds later, the dam bursts, and her orgasm rocks her entire body, making her thrash against him and the bed. Pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain--it's all one beautiful, terrible blend of torment and exultant release. With how hard she's squeezing against his fingers, she wonders if he even has room to continue moving them, or if they'll ever make it back out.
All at once, she collapses, flushed and covered in sweat, unmoving to the point that it may seem like something's wrong. But the few stilted breaths she takes in as her eyes stare up blankly let off that she's not quite dead yet. In fact, she's more alive than she's ever been.
Hallelujah, and amen. ]
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His hand withdraws from her body, wrist aching from the intensity of slamming fingers within. Digit by digit, he pops them into his mouth to clean and then leans down to 'clean' her as well -- tasting her climax and the fading pulses across her nethers. As he lets the pain ebb away within her, his lips trail up her stomach and he crawls upward until he can reach her lips and kiss her with her own taste. ]
You are so fucking beautiful. I love you. Every perfect inch of you.
[ His lips trail along her neck, tasting the underside of her jaw before he whispers, quiet and alluring. ]
Let's do the cocaine.
[ Because for him, that would be the cherry on top of this perfect evening -- getting to snort lines directly off her skin. ]
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...Only, the show's not over, is it?
It's taking a lot of energy to even return his kiss, to acknowledge anything he's saying. She feels like a cracked egg on hot pavement. Just let her sizzle away. It was so much more comfortable. ]
Lov--love you, too.
[ Her eyelids are fluttering, half from the way his mouth is lighting up the still-burning nerves on her neck, half because sleep seems like such a good idea right now. ]
Have. Have fun...
[ Because the "let's" didn't register. Her head's lolling to one side, eyes barely open. Maybe she could finally get the nap that'd been eluding her for so long. ]