There are things she wants to say. Things like don't fucking tease me like that because this sure as hell feels like dreaming. The way Lenore's body arches into her touch, the sounds she makes, the pretty flutter of her lashes; it renders her speechless besides a low and shapeless moan.
Until Lenore's fingers find her nipples, pinch tight enough to send bright shocks racing the length of her body, dancing maddeningly on a knife's edge between pleasure and pain. Gideon's eyes blow wide as she draws in a swift and ragged breath, shivers from nape to tailbone and back again, and it takes a moment for her to find her voice again.
"Nah. I guess I'm really here," she says it thickly, voice cracked open and raw around her lust as she looks down into the vampire's wicked little face, "but the jury's still out on you."
The hand at Lenore's breast grows rougher, squeezing slow before she takes her nipple and rolls it just a little hard between her fingers. She half-expects to be struck, or told to get the hell off, but her Mistress had said that she could leave marks and now her eyes are on Lenore's face. Waiting for a reaction.
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Until Lenore's fingers find her nipples, pinch tight enough to send bright shocks racing the length of her body, dancing maddeningly on a knife's edge between pleasure and pain. Gideon's eyes blow wide as she draws in a swift and ragged breath, shivers from nape to tailbone and back again, and it takes a moment for her to find her voice again.
"Nah. I guess I'm really here," she says it thickly, voice cracked open and raw around her lust as she looks down into the vampire's wicked little face, "but the jury's still out on you."
The hand at Lenore's breast grows rougher, squeezing slow before she takes her nipple and rolls it just a little hard between her fingers. She half-expects to be struck, or told to get the hell off, but her Mistress had said that she could leave marks and now her eyes are on Lenore's face. Waiting for a reaction.