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izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-11-07 10:39 pm
izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-11-07 10:39 pm
Room 406, Late, late Tuesday night, NFB
Even snuggled up next to Greg, it still took Isabel a long time to fall asleep. When she finally drifted off, her last thought was a wish for a dreamless sleep.
She wasn’t able to catch her breath. She’d pull away and he’d follow, teeth nipping at her lips, hands grasping roughly at her sides. Twisting quickly, she forced him to his back and captured his hands, holding them over his head as she rose above him.
“So the princess likes to be in charge?” he asked with a leer.
Vilandra smiled wickedly. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
Kivar’s eyes darkened and he flipped her, grasping her wrists tightly and mirroring their previous position. “You can’t always get what you want.”
Any protest she would have made was lost as he savaged her lips and moved forcefully against her. Vilandra let out a harsh cry of both pleasure and pain as he bit her shoulder hard enough to bruise. She pulled her hands free but didn’t push him away. Instead, her sharp nails scored his back as she arched against him and pushed him down her body.
Then she was lost to the feel of him and a passion that spiraled out of control.
Isabel sat up with a gasp, gingerly feeling her shoulder which still ached from the bite. Her heart was racing and she took a deep shuddering breath to calm herself.
She wasn’t able to catch her breath. She’d pull away and he’d follow, teeth nipping at her lips, hands grasping roughly at her sides. Twisting quickly, she forced him to his back and captured his hands, holding them over his head as she rose above him.
“So the princess likes to be in charge?” he asked with a leer.
Vilandra smiled wickedly. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
Kivar’s eyes darkened and he flipped her, grasping her wrists tightly and mirroring their previous position. “You can’t always get what you want.”
Any protest she would have made was lost as he savaged her lips and moved forcefully against her. Vilandra let out a harsh cry of both pleasure and pain as he bit her shoulder hard enough to bruise. She pulled her hands free but didn’t push him away. Instead, her sharp nails scored his back as she arched against him and pushed him down her body.
Then she was lost to the feel of him and a passion that spiraled out of control.
Isabel sat up with a gasp, gingerly feeling her shoulder which still ached from the bite. Her heart was racing and she took a deep shuddering breath to calm herself.
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