[ her breaths were coming quickly, never one to prolong pleasure when she could seize it. That was Amshel's game. She took no delight in playing it. Grasping his hand, she dragged it down her body, digging the nails into her flesh, scoring it.
Pain to counter the pleasure, a burst of white hot need that flooded her body in undulating waves. The first tremors, the first prelude to fulfillment. She was shaking, but not yet there. She needed more, she needed faster, she needed...
Pushing him way, pulling him up, she demanded that he rise above her, over her. However empty the act, she needed the illusion. Her children, her chevalier, everything that was hers right there next to her, in her.
Action;
Pain to counter the pleasure, a burst of white hot need that flooded her body in undulating waves. The first tremors, the first prelude to fulfillment. She was shaking, but not yet there. She needed more, she needed faster, she needed...
Pushing him way, pulling him up, she demanded that he rise above her, over her. However empty the act, she needed the illusion. Her children, her chevalier, everything that was hers right there next to her, in her.
Life ]