THERE'S A THUNDER IN OUR HEARTS, BABY------giselle

[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=18161d] Lars saw to fixing the awkward angle she hardly noticed they were in. She was much too busy shedding the garments from his body which separated his flesh from her. Unexpectedly, Lars yanked her down. Her gasp fast became fervid moans, for his abrupt, rigorous kissing boiled her blood. Her hands found the sides of his face while his own ventured to her shoulders, only to momentarily run up and down them before clutching at her dress and splitting it open down the back, unveiling lacy black lingerie. She was in the process of squirming out of the dress when Lars's mouth left her own. In a fluid movement, he disappeared from under her, then her back was crashing into the concrete and Lars's hips were thrusting into her's. Intoxicating passion agonizingly surged through her veins. Her pelvis instinctively fell victim to an aggressive rolling motion. Her mouth was plastered to his neck while his tongue animatedly ran over her skin. He came up for air and proclaimed the obvious stench of rubber. Giselle rolled her eyes and, wrapping her arms around his neck, she tried pulling him down again. She couldn't finish telling him that she didn't care before he was hoisting her up off the floor. She growled fearsomely when he turned his back on her and sauntered toward the door. Before he could open it, Giselle vaulted forward and smashed herself into him. "I. Wasn't. Done." Her mouth ardently finished up. Only after she was satisfied, she let him open the door and lead the way to the staircase. They were destructive to the house along the way to the bedroom. It was out of Giselle's impulse mostly that she kept making him pull over. It was immensely important that she didn't miss out on any opportunities for this occasion. In the main living room, one of the glass coffee tables was annihilated when she meant to throw Lars onto the sofa but missed. She was hysterical with laughter, but still managed to gasp out multiple apologies. The kitchen was left in shambles… and mirrored a murder scene when she got her hands on old bags of blood. She and Lars ended up saturated in the bodily fluid, and after that she couldn't seem to detach her tongue from him. In due time they actually made it to their bedroom. Giselle stripped Lars of the rest of his clothing, then they spent considerable time everywhere but in the bed. As a result, their bathroom mirror was shattered, the toilet exploded, the granite countertop was crumbling, Giselle's armoire was on it's side, the chandelier was ripped from the ceiling and the glass door for the balcony was smashed. She took it to the bed. Shoving Lars onto the mattress violently, she mounted him and occupied his mouth with her tongue, and his genitals with her hand. She teased him with a constant rhythm and gradually intensifying the motions. Giselle stopped after several minutes, then wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed the muscles of her thighs against him. She rolled over onto her back and let Lars have a turn on top. Before he began, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them to her sides. Smiling, she gazed into his greenish brown hues and admired him for a few moments. In those moments she reveled in the purest happiness. She was going to marry this extraordinary man and spend the rest of eternity with him. She'd never felt this happy before in her entire life. "I love you," she whispered, then she released him. the count was 591 and she's wearing this and also, I hope this was okay?.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars braced himself against the wall while Giselle put the finishing touches on their garage antics. His tongue ran over his lips before leaving them parted, knowing she'd torture the hell out of him before they reached their final stop. It wasn't any surprise, however things didn't get demolished every time they lusted after each other. It was just for special occasions of passion, like this one. The rough pushing, pulling and shoving one another aroused Lars in more ways than just sexually. It made his mind alert, his adrenaline and testosterone pumping and his breath ragged. With both of them still partially clothed in their tattered garments, they crashed their way through the house. Lars went down on the glass coffee table, his tattooed arm having wrapped itself around the sofa arm while his legs moved to pull himself out of the shattered mess. He grinned up at Giselle while she laughed at him. Kissing her after he got up, Lars gripped her upper arms and moved her to the opposite wall, having her back collide with a low hanging picture frame. He heard the crunch of the glass in front of him before letting her swing him around to the kitchen. There things began getting messy. Giselle's hands left him as she went to the fridge, only to arrive with an open blood bag to lather on his smooth chest. Lars's eyes closed as she lapped it up hungrily, her hands passing the blood onto him while they occupied themselves with rubbing the blood in like lotion. He pushed her away from him and into the counter while he sought to tear the rest of her dress down her legs. Lars noticed her heeled boots but decided they'd be too much of an effort in their hurried state. Instead he went to unclasp her bra, throwing it somewhere behind him out of sight. Her own bare chest heaved as he poured the blood down between her cleavage and across her breasts, his head bent down as he returned the favor. The pair started to move, drizzling what was left of the blood between the both of them. Lars suckled her skin clean in patches, only to move onto another surface where some crimson tainted Giselle's pale skin. It took all he had not to pierce her flesh after the most of it was gone to taste her own blood. He held himself back, though, saving that for later. Lars bit his lips as they slipped themselves into the bedroom, letting Giselle get him in the nude while he did the same for her. Kissing their way around the place, they finally made it back to the bathroom, where it all started. He lifted her quickly, her back hitting the mirror with force before his face tilted up to make his lips meet hers again, tongue moving past her lips aggressively to run along her fangs with intent. His hands that were gripping the small of her waist moved in time with each other down her flat belly. One rested on her inner thigh while the other teased her where it counted. Obviously it couldn't be tolerated for long, though, as she rushed him out of the bathroom before pushing him onto the bed. Lars had the faintest of smiles on his lips, his eyes overtaken by a cloudy lust for his fiance. Giselle finally climbed over him and they returned to their precious actions. He breathed harder and sighed through his nose as she clutched him, his back flat against the bed, her chest against his. He could feel the sticky frictions between them, be it from sweat or saliva or more likely the remnants of blood form before. Regardless, he smiled beside himself against her lips at the thought that the round after this, or preferably after a few, would have to take place in the shower. He'd return her little oral favor she'd given him in the car later, too. She flipped him over so his weight was on her. Lars licked his lips while they were free. He was about to go back for more but was stopped with her gaze as she moved his hands away from her. His eyes searched her grey ones, taking in the small moment even though he was anxious to get started. He panted in the little moment of silence, his chest heaving against hers. She was the only person who could make him feel hungry, lustful and craved yet still feel the need to not just fuck her brains out for both their satisfaction but to really mean it, to really make love to her even in the roughness of their actions… however much he hated the term. Why, he wasn't sure, usually it was one or the other. He knew well enough that they'd get gentler and more tender as the night and following day wore on before they passed out from exhaustion. She broke the gaze with her words, at which Lars turned up a closed mouthed smile. He bent down and kissed her lips sweetly, void of any sexual aggressiveness, before whispering against her lips, "I know." THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO HEAVENS AS SHE WROTE THIS 854 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, N'AWWW I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS THREAD IS OVER FINALLY.

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