ᅟ
@HEAVYH4NDS
ᅟ
ᅟ
ironic how the both of them were making efforts to have each other in the most torturing way — one piece at a time, every touch was a promise. samira didn't expect any rush in his act of undressing, but she also didn't want it.
ᅟ
ᅟ
the desert rose yearned for him and that was past carnality. her hips made slow movements, humping his length and dragging against her swollen points of pleasure in an obscene self-indulgence.
ᅟ
ᅟ
( as much as she didn't appreciate ungrateful people, samira had been in a battlefield before. she knows it makes people bitter. )
you're a brother in arms. and a great prize, if the enemy finds you lying around with precious rags & weapons.
ᅟ
ᅟ
there wasn't an universe where samira laid his eyes on that man and didn't feel immediately moved – ever since the first time in that filthy tavern, when both of them didn't know their lives was about to change forever.
ᅟ
ᅟ
unfortunately, fine ionian silk wasn't so easy to tear – and samira hasn't even stopped hearing about the ones she damaged on their latest outings together, so what was left for her was gluing the plump lips to the side of his face and complain.
ᅟ













