Two Eyes Cenote [m] Burrowing

Her bites became more concrete, breaths subdued by her own growls as he trails nibbles along the sensitive hips.  If this act with him would ruin her, then she was determined to do the same; to pique the quiet man until muscles slackened and his bones turned to dust. Some inner madness in her hungers, a lucid image long burning. No stars to blanket their heads but she still sees a universe in her eyes.

Slipping against his skin, Eset pries out of his arms just to turn around and arch her hips into the slope of his waist.

“Would you spend your life worshiping me, Akavir?”