[ And so it comes, the penalty for flying too close to the sun. Her lips press together to keep any further noises in, or at least attempt to. She watches the knife rise, glint in the light, reflect the soft glow of his eyes and blood.
So this is it, then. It must be the end. Is he aiming for her heart? Her shoulder? She shuts her eyes, just so he can't have her fear and panic in them at the very end. In fact, something like peace spreads over her. Or, perhaps, something more like resignation. Acceptance. She'd been so ready to die before in her game. Out she goes now, pierced by ice instead of consumed by fire.
She feels him move to strike. Her body tenses, preparing for it--
Her eyes fly back open at the sound of the blade hitting the floor. She stares up at him, utterly shocked. The feeling builds further at his next actions, his words. Has she already died...?
No. His touch is real as ever. So is his taste. Her eyelids grow heavier once his thumb hits her lips. It warms her when it hits her tongue, sinks in like a drug. She can't resist it much longer. Can't resist him. She licks and tastes, taking in his sweet essence, taking him inside of her once more. ]
Thank you. [ After murmuring that, her mouth falls open a bit more, mostly to recover the breaths she'd lost before. ] I'm...
[ She closes her eyes again. The apology won't make it out. She still doesn't think she did anything wrong, but she'll allow this. Her mouth turns towards his palm to gently soothe his wound with her tongue, then her jaw slackens further. She'll give him what he wants, just as she'd been doing before. ]
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So this is it, then. It must be the end. Is he aiming for her heart? Her shoulder? She shuts her eyes, just so he can't have her fear and panic in them at the very end. In fact, something like peace spreads over her. Or, perhaps, something more like resignation. Acceptance. She'd been so ready to die before in her game. Out she goes now, pierced by ice instead of consumed by fire.
She feels him move to strike. Her body tenses, preparing for it--
Her eyes fly back open at the sound of the blade hitting the floor. She stares up at him, utterly shocked. The feeling builds further at his next actions, his words. Has she already died...?
No. His touch is real as ever. So is his taste. Her eyelids grow heavier once his thumb hits her lips. It warms her when it hits her tongue, sinks in like a drug. She can't resist it much longer. Can't resist him. She licks and tastes, taking in his sweet essence, taking him inside of her once more. ]
Thank you. [ After murmuring that, her mouth falls open a bit more, mostly to recover the breaths she'd lost before. ] I'm...
[ She closes her eyes again. The apology won't make it out. She still doesn't think she did anything wrong, but she'll allow this. Her mouth turns towards his palm to gently soothe his wound with her tongue, then her jaw slackens further. She'll give him what he wants, just as she'd been doing before. ]