His attention is all on her, that keen stubborn focus that he has all turned towards her. The bite of her nails is ignorable, and if it helps her, grounds her who is he to try and stop her. Not when she feels so fucking good around her, so very tight and slick , each tiny shift of her hips making him shudder, eyes flicking shut for a second before he forces them open. He has to watch her face, look for any hint of pain because she will just try and push through it.
There's no rush. There isn't, because every second of this is perfect. She's perfect and he meets her kiss without hesitation, careful as his teeth tug her bottom lip, coax them to part so he can slide his tongue against hers, swallow her soft little noises, her breaths, his fingers still stroking over her clit. He can feel her clench and loosen, taking him slowly till her thighs meet his and only then does Liaran allow himself to relax, to let a shudder run through him as he gasps softly against her lips
"Creators, Is..." He can't think, pulse pounding in his ears and then she goes and shifts and the world breaks a little around him. She feels so good, and his fingers stay on her clit, his other hand on her hip guiding her. Encouraging her because he isn't sure what else he can manage right now, now that he's finally gotten something he's half dreamt of for years. Something he's always denied himself and fuck, the past him is a fool, an idiot because he could have had this, could have had her.
"Ar lath ma," he gasps, head turning enough so that he can kiss her palm, water starting to slosh more against the sides of the tub as he finally finds a rhythm. When to thrust up when she rolls her hips and "Fenedhis..." He breathes the curse against her palm, eyes closed because it's nearly overwhelming, everything he's ever wanted and it's right, it's so right. "Ar lath ma, Is, ma vhenan."
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There's no rush. There isn't, because every second of this is perfect. She's perfect and he meets her kiss without hesitation, careful as his teeth tug her bottom lip, coax them to part so he can slide his tongue against hers, swallow her soft little noises, her breaths, his fingers still stroking over her clit. He can feel her clench and loosen, taking him slowly till her thighs meet his and only then does Liaran allow himself to relax, to let a shudder run through him as he gasps softly against her lips
"Creators, Is..." He can't think, pulse pounding in his ears and then she goes and shifts and the world breaks a little around him. She feels so good, and his fingers stay on her clit, his other hand on her hip guiding her. Encouraging her because he isn't sure what else he can manage right now, now that he's finally gotten something he's half dreamt of for years. Something he's always denied himself and fuck, the past him is a fool, an idiot because he could have had this, could have had her.
"Ar lath ma," he gasps, head turning enough so that he can kiss her palm, water starting to slosh more against the sides of the tub as he finally finds a rhythm. When to thrust up when she rolls her hips and "Fenedhis..." He breathes the curse against her palm, eyes closed because it's nearly overwhelming, everything he's ever wanted and it's right, it's so right. "Ar lath ma, Is, ma vhenan."