larue: (the devil's language tastes of lust)
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 ([personal profile] larue) wrote in [personal profile] icarusalsoflew 2015-04-06 08:40 am (UTC)

[ Each thrust he pushes into you wears at him, breaking him down into wordless breaths and kisses that falter over your lips and skin. His hands have let you go: one grasping instead at the sheet beneath you, while the other seeks purchase on that headboard. His thoughts are a mess filled with how he's seen you tonight -- skin as luminescent as moonlight, features so beautiful and deadly he would not mind in the least that you rent him to shreds if it meant that he would be like the stains on a blade that endures.

You are breathtaking to him in a way that makes him crave and need, but if the world were to strip away all that, he would love you still. Because you have his heart and you always will. ]

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