[m] the evening primrose opes anew
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Her beau was just as hungry, just as desperate - she could feel it every time he repositioned his hands on her body. It was not the gentle caresses he usually exhibited in the face of uncertainty. This was primal attraction and Lilin's body betrayed her willpower by quivering uncontrollably, already defeated by the lust dictating the rhythm of their foreplay. Her skipped breaths struggled to maintain the tempo they had set for themselves. Saul's hands would scarcely release her for more than a few seconds, as if afraid there was a possibility that she could change her mind. The Soulstorm heir allowed him to be as forceful as necessary, to grip and hold her however it pleased him. With that one single thrust of his hips, Lilin couldn't help but release a shuddering breath. She could already feel his arousal pressing against the fabric of his shorts, and it was only then that she realized just how eagerly her own body responded to the anticipation.


The slight shift in positions was gladly accepted. From her new vantage point, Lilin had wrongly assumed that she would get to control the cadence for some time. Her mate's determination, however, instantly proved her otherwise. His release of her waist was only meant to accomodate their need for unhindered proximity- before she knew it, the entirety of her pareo fell on her lap where it rested for half a second, only to be promptly removed by Saul's impatience. Mediterranean irises watched in silent awe, taken aback by the hint of glorification in his gaze. For a moment, as bold as the thought might have been, she felt like the embodiment of Freya. His grip did not loosen as one of his hands roamed her bosom. Her own fingers had already begun their journey down south when his hot breath and consecutive tongue swipes connected with her breast. The Virding couldn't help the way her eyes rolled back before closing briefly in a head to toe shudder.


Saul must have recognized her readiness - he did not linger too long before sliding his fingers in and picking up where he'd left off last time. A stray whimper passed her lips in response; she had to focus on her task at hand not to lose herself in the moment. Her fingers fumbled there for a moment, thrown off every so often by the happenings inside of her. She did succeed, however, in unzipping them and exposing him. It was her turn to smile as she gently gripped him, tentatively rubbing her thumb over the length and tip of his organ. This was new to her but she needed little to no instructions, Saul would guide her and put her on the right track should he deem it necessary.



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