Post by within7temptation on Aug 25, 2009 21:35:03 GMT -5
Sensation overcame her as her body cried out with a silent plea. Her damp sex gave a slight clench around her elder lover's fingers as he sped up said didgits, shoving them into her slick sheath with such force as to ring small, though rather strong, shudders from her responsive little body and to make her moan low wthin her throat. The slender female arched up slightly, ecstacy flooding over her in continuose waves. Pleasure. Need. She could feel the younger male's fangs cutting into her soft skin... And she loved it! Pain. Yes, this particular woman was a masochist. But who wasn't these days?
Her crystaline gaze flashed wildly as she gave a breathy cry with her darkly made-up lids growing heavy and covering her brilliant eyes. Her breaths came in quick pants as she turned her lovely head to look upon her beloved Gabriel. Morgan was not forgetten, per se, but, rather, left to watch as Duskarie turned upon her side and pushed the green-eyed creature over onto his back. His body had amazed her scince their first meeting; Raw masculinity. Not the more draper builds of most of the aristocratic Vampiric males that she had taken into her bed... Or, rather, she had shaired their beds. No male had been allowed into her chambers scince Marques. Until now.
The Queen rose up onto her hands and knees, one hand on eather of the male's shoulders, and moved to stradle him. She knew from personal experiance that Gabriel Cross was no Angel. With a body that seemed to be made specifically for the hunt and for sex, he was a creature to be desired. With a lusty smile, she ground her slick folds against the male's thick shaft as she dug her sharp nails into his shoulders and drug them down to his hips. And she did so desire him. She leaned her head down to flick her tongue over his chest, dipping licking kisses over his warm skin. Her body ached to be filled by this male. Both males, really, but seeing as how it was Gabriel that was beneath her. But now for long... Her hands hooks over his shoulders and gave a firm tug, rolling the two of them so that Duskarie was back in her earlier place at Morgan's side with Gabriel pressed close to her and between her thighs with her well-toned legs wrapped around his waist. She traced her fingers down his biceps and along his sides as she leaned up to press her lips to his. Her kiss was passionat. Seeking and coaxing. Yearning. Almost to the point of begging. She needed him. Soon... Now, if he would permit it to be so.
Her crystaline gaze flashed wildly as she gave a breathy cry with her darkly made-up lids growing heavy and covering her brilliant eyes. Her breaths came in quick pants as she turned her lovely head to look upon her beloved Gabriel. Morgan was not forgetten, per se, but, rather, left to watch as Duskarie turned upon her side and pushed the green-eyed creature over onto his back. His body had amazed her scince their first meeting; Raw masculinity. Not the more draper builds of most of the aristocratic Vampiric males that she had taken into her bed... Or, rather, she had shaired their beds. No male had been allowed into her chambers scince Marques. Until now.
The Queen rose up onto her hands and knees, one hand on eather of the male's shoulders, and moved to stradle him. She knew from personal experiance that Gabriel Cross was no Angel. With a body that seemed to be made specifically for the hunt and for sex, he was a creature to be desired. With a lusty smile, she ground her slick folds against the male's thick shaft as she dug her sharp nails into his shoulders and drug them down to his hips. And she did so desire him. She leaned her head down to flick her tongue over his chest, dipping licking kisses over his warm skin. Her body ached to be filled by this male. Both males, really, but seeing as how it was Gabriel that was beneath her. But now for long... Her hands hooks over his shoulders and gave a firm tug, rolling the two of them so that Duskarie was back in her earlier place at Morgan's side with Gabriel pressed close to her and between her thighs with her well-toned legs wrapped around his waist. She traced her fingers down his biceps and along his sides as she leaned up to press her lips to his. Her kiss was passionat. Seeking and coaxing. Yearning. Almost to the point of begging. She needed him. Soon... Now, if he would permit it to be so.
