Inbox -- Genessia
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Regina Mills
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Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-02 06:28 am (UTC)That look was oxygen, and without it he felt like he was suffocating.
He hadn't forgotten about how long it took her to invite him over, though--that hour where he thought he'd blown it. Maybe she needed the extra time...or maybe she didn't, not the way she held onto him.
"But if you need to...stop and eat first, I can wait." he assured her softly, leaning in to press his forehead to hers, just sharing her air for a second. "If you don't need to stop?..."
There were words. In his head, on the tip of his tongue--words that didn't involve an arm around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, or a hand sliding under the lapel of that pretty bolero jacket to start pushing it off her shoulder--slow, meticulous, giving her room to make him stop--but instead of words, that was what he did instead, watching her face as he started to slip that fabric over her shoulder and down her arm.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-02 07:09 am (UTC)She freed her hand from his back to help him ease the jacket off that arm, even though it would be just as simple to banish it all together. It might have been just as simple, except that his hands on her were a hell of a distraction and hers on him, an unending temptation.
"At the risk of being unattractively pragmatic, food doesn't always summon well, and you will be hungry before you leave here. We both will." Since by now she was nearly 100% certain that 'when he left' would be sometime tomorrow.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-02 05:13 pm (UTC)Wanted to look, wanted to touch--Ember's Balls, his stupid text message was a drop in the fucking ocean of what he wanted with this woman.
For the moment, that was dinner and literally everything else, so he took a deep breath to calm his hammering heart and nodded through her magnetic pull, nose brushing her forehead, one arm still wrapped around her waist.
"Okay. Let's get the ball rolling on dinner, then." he agreed...then grinned and burrowed a hand into her hair as he bent to steal one last kiss, taking his time with going deeper, tasting her, running his fingers through her hair and finally settling his hand against her nape before he had to stop just so he didn't pass out from lack of air.
"Okay." he panted, loosening his hold on her, that smile still plastered to his face. "Now let's get the ball rolling on dinner."
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-03 03:39 am (UTC)She took two unsteady steps, cursed him wryly, and decided to tango--that was, in terms of offering seductions and teases that couldn't simply be shivered off by stepping out of the radius of an embrace. Since he was watching her face, she minimized her gesture-crutch (she doesn't really need it, anyway; it's just more dramatic) and her dress becomes a a black teddy with gold lace adornment and matching robe that she'd seen in a La Perla catalog before she arrived in New Dodge, and aside from the also matching panties, she stood in the loose circle of his arms entirely bare.
She was, among other things, a woman who liked to be appreciated, and Neil so far proved equal to the task of making her feel seen. Turning, she tossed a smile back over her shoulder and offered the long line of her back to his gaze.
"The room service menu's on the nightstand."
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-03 04:27 am (UTC)The corners of his mouth quirked upwards, a vaguely unholy light shining in his eyes, along with the mix of awe and warmth that made his heart feel like an overfilled wineskin, unable to contain the measure of what he was feeling.
War it was, then.
Releasing her, Neil just nodded and walked over to the nightstand to pick up the room service menu. Stopping just long enough to give it a look--and contemplate his next blow in this sensual battle, he painted an appealing picture of his own with far less awareness: head bowed and hair still in a knot at his nape, his broad, muscled back was as artfully laid out to her gaze as she was to his, including the dark string of script characters that were tattooed perfectly along the line of his spine.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-03 04:55 am (UTC)The smile she turned on him smoldered, her eyes darker than the inked script they grazed with near-perceptible weight, and the air in the room, also, had grown heavy. Thick with the charge between them, and the emotion that crescendoed beneath it.
What he saw as war, she felt as a dance, and dancers had partners. Hers presented her with a broad, well-muscled plain, begging for caress, and her tongue swept over her mouth, wetting lips gone dry from the nearness of him while she added the weight of her fingers to that of her warm, glimmering gaze.
"What do they mean, Neil?"
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-03 05:33 am (UTC)"They--uh, they're gifts of the Night Dragon." he replied, voice a little rougher as he looked over and down at her without moving away from those curious fingers, his answer delayed by his inability to speak through the knot of desire and something else, something that made him forget to breathe for the eagerness of that touch--that she asked because she wanted to know, because she wanted to know him.
"It's a good thing, promise. He has the ability to bind magic to flesh through branding--tattooing." he went on, gesturing vaguely with the room service menu in hand. "When I started my education under him, he gave me these--he didn't tell me anything more than that they were runes from an ancient dragon tribe. They bound all but my most basic abilities in the beginning. As my control improved, he started to strip their magic--rendering them inert was sort of my graduation. Left the marks as kind of a status symbol. Tattooing ain't common in the Five Realms, and it's not done in Nocturne. The origins of the art are Triton in my world, and they've been enemies of the crown for centuries."
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-06 02:39 am (UTC)He babbled when he was aroused, not just when he was around exceptionally beautiful women, apparently, since he'd told her what they were and then continued on to a history lesson, same as he'd done when she asked him about his magic in New Dodge. Different him, same effect, and she'd decided she liked it, or at least being the reason he was doing it.
What would he do if she skimmed her foot up the inside of his leg, just to his knee? No time like the present to find out, so she did, and immediately realized she was teasing herself as badly as him with the feel of that calf (against the side of her big toe, jeez). It wouldn't stop her, since the tease was controlled, anticipation bounded by 'as soon as dinner arrives' at the absolute latest, though she doubted they'd wait that long to start finding their pleasure.
"So they're a cross between a diploma and a guild-mark," she observed when her toe rested against the lowest point of his thigh, a point she happened to know could send a man into paroxysms of pleasure cries when sucked firmly and bitten softly. Would he know? She had no idea what sort of sexual experience he had other than 'enough to make her wet with a single kiss', which had as much to do with chemistry as skill. For the first time in a long time, she sort of hoped there were things a partner didn't know, so she could have the pleasure of their firsts. Gods knew she'd worn out her own firsts a quarter of a century ago.
"Have you decided on food yet?" she prompted.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-06 04:48 am (UTC)It was so distracting he missed what she said--and nearly missed her question. Food. Right.
Hastily skimming the menu, he drew a ragged breath to focus as long as it took to find something he recognized, and settled on a sandwich he remembered from his youth.
"Burger." he replied tersely, the menu slipping bonelessly from his fingers as he planted a knee on the bed next to her hip, naked hunger on his face as he slid a hand over her cheek, cupping it briefly before fingers tunneled into her hair to tip her head back further as he leaned down...
...and just managed to make himself twist so he landed on the mattress beside her, seated with his leg tucked under him.
"You have exactly ten seconds to get that order in before I lose my mind and end up on my knees while you're still giving 'em your room number." he croaked, flopping back onto the bed with a groan as he scrubbed his hands over his face. "Ember's Balls, no woman's foot should be that intense. You're goddamn amazing."
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-08 04:37 am (UTC)Burger he said, interrupting the thoughts she'd slipped into so quickly that she'd forgotten she asked, and then his hand cradled her face and abruptly it was her struggling to keep a focus, control her breathing, and if he didn't kiss her, she knew she'd explode from the winding tightness in her groin. His threat didn't nothing to help, only filled her mind with images and her cunt with wet, slick heat that made even shifting to reach for the phone an agony.
Her voice as she placed the order sounded like he'd made good on his promise, thick with need that she wasn't nearly a good enough liar to say was purely sexual and believe it. The clerk sounded amused and normally she'd have snapped, but it would take far longer than she wanted to spend away from Neil to put them in their place. Instead she thanked them with her gaze on the gorgeous beast of a man in her bed, dropped the phone with nerveless fingers and climbed up over him.
She straddled his hips in a single quick move, gasped softly at the feel of him between her thighs and bent down to take his mouth with her hair spilling over her shoulders onto his chest. "Neil, you have ten seconds to kiss me before I lose my mind, and do every last thing I've been thinking about while you took your sweet time with that menu." She'd do them anyway, but he was a talker, and she'd guess that meant that her voice dripping with sex and dark eyes locked on his while she knelt cat-like over him would get them both exactly what they wanted.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-08 05:06 am (UTC)...and it didn't feel right. Not quite, not completely.
So he curled his fingers under her thigh for leverage, rolling her onto her back so he could settle his body in the cradle between her legs, looking down at her with all that gorgeous, dark hair spread across the bed...
Better.
Grinning at her with a mixture of joy and that same ravenous hunger, Neil bent his head to kiss her again, slow and hard and deep as he propped himself up just enough to keep from crushing her with his weight while his other hand mapped the line of her body from shoulder to hip, dancing over her bare arm, glancing over the curve of her breast, hiking up that silky negligee just enough to push his hand beneath and briefly splay his fingers against her side and her ribcage.
Every delicious inch of skin was so soft and flush with heat--felt almost too fragile for his clumsy, callused fingers, but he was half drunk already, mouth moving along her jaw, nipping and kissing and tasting her skin. His fingers found that silken skin of her thigh again, hitching her leg over his hip in a mad quest to get closer, touch more, consume her with his hands as well as lips and teeth and tongue.
And every touch, every taste tore another groan or growl from him, hips rocking to find a kiss of friction--every sweep of his tongue on her skin shooting straight to his cock, every reaction from her sweet torment, every passing second he spent in her arms sinking through the madness to the sliver of his brain still capable of coherent thought and making him more certain that he never wanted to be anywhere else for the rest of his fucking life except for this bed, this place, drowning in the heavenly sin that was Regina Mills.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-08 12:56 pm (UTC)His hands roamed freely, ignoring the arbitrary boundaries policed by slippery silks, and leaving contrails of achy feverish skin behind. Her own found rough purchase, one in his hair and the other thrust down the back of his jeans to grip and squeeze a ridiculously firm cheek.
How could one man have so many muscles?
She laughed, a smoke-kissed chuckle that curled past his cheek and over his head, and squeezed him close with her thigh across his hip, not coincidentally pressing herself up against that increasingly hard bulge behind his fly. "It's a good thing you're not after conversation right now," she managed, sweet with both amusement at her thoughts and delight at the passion he poured into everything he did with her. "My 'stupid' would be spilling right out."
And none of it would have anything to do with him not being her soulmate. Most of it would've been about how unbelievably hot he was and could they do this again tomorrow (every) night, and leave less fortunate souls to take over the world.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-08 05:35 pm (UTC)"Nothin' stupid could ever come outta that gorgeous mouth." he murmured against her skin before he raked his teeth sharply over it, soothed it with his tongue--fastened his mouth there and sucked a mark, tongue soothing the sting of pressure and the further press of teeth until she'd have a memory of the moment, something that clothing would chafe or her fingers would brush and she'd come right back here: her body under his, his mouth on her, her hands on him.
"Everything about you is gorgeous." he breathed when he was done, lifting his head to admire his work, admire the woman laid out beneath him with laughter like a candle flame and hands like coals burning his skin everywhere she touched him. The better word was perfect, but she'd argue and he knew it. Still, it was true--and as badly as he wanted to just lose himself in that perfect body, as badly as he needed, he wanted more of that laugh and that dark chocolate voice and those little touches she couldn't control just because she wanted more.
He wanted her so bad it made his chest tight.
Nuzzling the plane of her chest just below her collarbone, he let his beard scrape across skin again with a smile she'd feel if she was paying attention.
Just before a familiar word in an alien tongue fell from his lips--but it wasn't his clothing that magic started to burn away as he let a hand brush aside the thin strap of her negligee so he could lay a few hot, openmouthed kisses of his own against her shoulder.
It was that scrap of silky fabric keeping them apart that began to glow like coals at the edges before floating away on glittering bits of ash so he could sink further into her for just a moment, savor that fire of skin on skin, devour the supple curve of her breasts with fingers and mouth before he started crawling down the length of her body. There was enormous satisfaction in branding himself onto her ribs and her belly with those scrapes of callused fingers and facial hair and little rakes of teeth, marks that would fade in moments and some that would linger a little longer before he let himself descend a little further into madness.
Hooking his fingers in the elastic of those matching panties, he dragged them off of her hips and down her legs with another impatient growl before planting himself between her legs again with little more warning than a hand skittering over her thigh, a palm resting flat and warm against her stomach before he ran a finger along her slit and chased it with his tongue.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-09 06:54 am (UTC)In all honesty, she didn't know how to think or feel about the way he moved over her, the way he wrung gasp after cry from her with little bites and scrapes. He took too much pleasure in her almost, enjoyed marking her almost too much for a first encounter, but it didn't have the obsessive quality of a fetish. It was her he wanted and that struck something deep in her and resonated, the low, rippling tones of a festival gong, spreading through her and pulling her skin taut with need. Before and after his mouth passed over them, her nipples drew so tight her breasts felt overfull, ripe to bursting from even the caress of the air.
So she didn't think, didn't allow herself to ask the questions of why or worry about them. Not tonight, not when she ached and throbbed with hungers she'd forced across the town line with Robin. Everywhere he touched, she burned, and she twisted with it. Later, she'd demand a different due, and repay this one with interest, and still later she might feel the guilt of betraying her true love with a new...crush, but now she sent her mind on little side jaunts that couldn't derail this, like the delicious things she might ask him to do with that warming magic of his.
She'd been falling, spiraling into a haze of satisfied lust (and an emotional that felt very close to bliss) so thick she'd lost track of just where on her body he'd last kissed. And the growls and scrapes of facial hair against her inner thigh blasted her out of the fall into a sudden, crisp awareness of where his mouth was about to be.
Her breathing stopped, trapped in her chest. The hand in his hair, tightened its grip, and the other flew back over her head to seek a handhold--too late. A thick, callused finger stroked along her labia, skip-slip-catching as her parted her slit and she grasped at mid-air, hips jackknifing against the gentle restraint of his open palm. When his tongue followed, she made a sound she'd never heard from herself before, piercing the rising erotic tension between them and releasing it into abandon. She hooked a heel in his upper back and opened in her thighs wide in naked, unashamed desire for everything he wanted to give her, with his mouth--and the rest of his powerful self.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-09 11:12 pm (UTC)For long, beautiful moments, Neil really did go a little bit crazy.
He took his time, with tongue and fingers, enjoying the taste of her, the way she reacted--that little bit of power that came from something just a little bit selfless. The women he bedded earned their coin, and it wasn't often that he would indulge in that dark thrill of temporary dominion when they came apart for him, or the brief and very real surprise on their faces when they realized what he meant to have for what he paid.
This was far different. Every time his tongue slipped inside her for another taste, or his fingers replaced his tongue so he could sweep it across her clit instead, the power didn't feel the same. He was conquering nothing, shocking no one, deriving no pleasure simply from being able to take a woman apart.
He felt himself being taken as much as he was taking her, one stroke of his fingers at a time. Neil was suddenly, painfully aware of how far and how deep she'd let him inside, this queen of the Enchanted Forest, this woman who could kill with a flex of fingers and who guarded her heart so carefully yet dragged into it without reservation the children that moved her to love. This wasn't just sex, it hadn't been for him from the start, but as he slid two fingers inside of her and twisted, curling up against the spot deep inside that he knew would bring him closer to having her pleasure for himself, he felt powerful in a way he never had.
Pressing closer as he gently wrapped his lips around her clit and lapped, sucked, fingers moving hard and deep inside her, he hummed with the pleasure of stolen breath and strong hands, of losing control and sharing something.
As he pursued her orgasm as relentlessly as he would later pursue his own, Neil felt briefly like a god because he was crisply aware, in his own right, that there was no other road left him. There was only this woman's bed, this woman's voice, this woman's pleasure.
There was only her.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-11 05:39 am (UTC)But being (mostly) unaware of it meant that every time his fingers crooked inside her, beckoning her forward, out of her queenly poise and into the hot, thrashing mess of filthy-beautiful sex, she answered yes, and yes and yes and yes. And when his tongue pushed into her, hot and hungry for the taste of her arousal, she pressed her heel deeper into his back and held his head that much tighter against her and writhed like a pole dancer against his face.
By the time he took her clit between her lips, she might have come a dozen times, but chose not to or he chose to push her higher. Either way, or both, they'd wound her so tight that she might have stayed there indefinitely, thrashing and sobbing for breath, at the edge of orgasm until sobbing for breath became just sobbing. But he was as generous in bed as he was out of it.
Somewhere in the midst of it, she hit a peak and snapped--not unwinding but unleashing into frantic spasms, clenching and unclenching around his fingers so hard she felt each knuckle--
And then went suddenly and almost perfectly silent with her cresting pleasure, the only sound her mouth made was to cry out once and then later to sigh, both times the breath wrapped around his name.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-11 08:01 pm (UTC)That wasn't tonight, though--tonight, she got there, she came for him, and the silence in her pleasure was fucking fascinating. She called out his name (and fuck, he came damn close to embarrassing himself just hearing his name on her lips just like that), and she didn't make another sound as she spasmed around his fingers and seized under him with the force of it. Working her through her orgasm, he got lost in the screaming quiet and the way her body responded to him.
When all that tension began to slip away, when he felt her shift away rather than towards--that moment it was a little too much--that was when she said his name again, sighed his name, and Neil really did lose his goddamn mind.
Lifting his head, still licking his lips to catch the taste of her, what he felt was violent as he took in the disheveled mess of sex and satiety that he'd created. He felt that sigh in his bones, and there was a tiny moment of irrational fury at the idea that anyone else might have heard their name just like that--that anyone else ever might hear it in the future. It was stupid and male and possessive, and he was pretty sure he'd kill anyone that came close to that one perfect sound as long as he drew breath.
Wiping the last of her slick from his mouth and his beard, then wiping his hands on the edge of the sheets, he crawled back up her body to kiss her with another of those low, vicious sounds of pleasure he couldn't control, couldn't stop if he wanted to. He kissed her, hard and hungry, and kept kissing her because he wanted to brand himself there--mark her skin, burn his taste onto her tongue, stamp whatever pleasure he could give her so deep that she couldn't give this moment to any other man for as long as she lived.
For just one brief, crazed moment with her in his arms, he forgot she was mated and he reached for everything.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-14 01:40 am (UTC)She sighed into his kiss, tangled both hands in his hair and took everything he gave her and gave it back, more and deeper, shifting restlessly beneath him. One hand slipped from his hair over his shoulders to his back, and her fingernails dug in--a promise that they were far from done.
But for the moment, this moment, she lay back and let herself breathe between more of those ravenous kisses, and when he did pause, she murmured, "Still starving?" and slid her knuckles down his sweaty abs in intimate offering. Because she was. Oh hell yes, she was.
Re: whimper
Date: 2018-09-14 04:55 am (UTC)Those words, that touch--hand sliding down sweat slick skin, reminding him that he wasn't yet naked and suddenly exceedingly pissed off about that fact--turned his smile feral as he lifted his head just enough to look into her eyes, sipping her breath once he could draw air past the fire of need that lodged in his lungs, hotter than the breath of the Ember himself, charring his heart and scorching his ribs to ash--he wouldn't have flinched if smoke escaped with his breath as he spoke.
"Famished."
dayum
Date: 2018-09-14 05:22 am (UTC)As fierce with her passions as he'd been, and possibly more possessive, she let her teeth catch and hold while she sucked a livid mark where no shirt would hide it and no one could doubt how he'd gotten it. If she had no right to mark and claim him, she didn't care in the moment. As long as he didn't protest, she would take everything he would give her and everything she needed.
While she had him in her teeth's grip, she pushed at his shoulder and rode him over to his back, then sat up up over him, not caring in the slightest that her slick, open cunt dampened his jeans.
Re: dayum
Date: 2018-09-14 06:44 am (UTC)Until her teeth found his throat, and the world narrowed to the damp heat of her mouth, the sting of her teeth--taking, marking, claiming him for herself. Ember help him, he wanted it, too, as badly as he'd needed his own mark on her skin, he wanted hers, a dozen of them, wanted it with an ache that fueled his lust, a warmth that pushed his heart just a little further out of his chest and into the powerful hands that burrowed in his hair--pushed him down, rolled him on his back to rise up over him like smoke from a fire, sinuous and pale in the low light.
He was wrecked with need, half drunk on her and the angry, glorious marks they had left on each other--and still he was struck breathless not by that all consuming lust, but by the raw and untempered beauty of her...struck breathless, and unable to draw more because he wasn't kissing her.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he reached up to catch her nape and pull her close so he could find air from her lungs, taste his own skin where it still clung to her lips and her teeth, feed the heat cycling between them with the subsonic growls and sounds she tore from him with the promise of wet heat against the bulge of his cock still trapped by clothing.
Re: dayum
Date: 2018-09-16 05:47 am (UTC)For brief seconds the boundaries between what was and what could be blurred and she saw the queen she might have been with him by her side and in her bed. So bright and sharp was the vision that her own groan startled her, as she lashed her tongue through the hollow at the base of his throat. She was famished, ravenous, for the taste of him and lapped at the salty, musky, sensitive skin there like she was both feral and starved for his skin.
Reminded that they'd be interrupted by the room service menu knocked off the nightstand and fluttering to the floor, she grinned fiercely down at him, shoved her hands between them to unbutton his jeans. She pushed back, crawling down his body with her mouth detouring over his nipples, the corners of his ribcage, and coming to linger at his obliques. Those, she tongued, and nipped, and kissed until his skin tasted only of her spit, while her hand slipped inside his open jeans to seek out his cock and enfold it in her palm.
Re: dayum
Date: 2018-09-16 07:00 pm (UTC)It also could not prepare him for the way Regina fell on him, or how it felt not to be pleasured but to be taken. The root of life and control was all about knowing, expecting, being able to keep hold of himself and his power, and she destroyed it all with her fire--fire, the thing he had mastered, the thing he could trust above all else. She groaned to taste his skin, fell on him with lips and teeth and tongue, and Neil had no control. He burned, charred everywhere she touched him, and her smile was that of a hungry predator as she opened his jeans.
She crawled down his body, devouring him, and he arched, he groaned, he slid his hands into her hair to find some relief in the pleasure of touching her--but she bit and she lapped and she slid her hand into his jeans to wrap her hand around his cock and denied him something as shallow and simplistic as pleasure. He tried for control, for understanding, but she took it from him and took him over with a ferocity that was deliciously frightening.
She was the purest form of dragon fire he'd ever known, a gift and a threat, but where he could master dragon fire he could not master her. He could only writhe and growl and surge into every sweep of her mouth, couldn't control the way his hips bucked into the feel of her hand wrapping around him--and with the last of his rational thought, wondered with a heady sort of delight if this might have been his life if Regina ruled Nocturne instead of the Night Dragon. Maybe he would not have been molded into a killer and used as a tool, but broken by her passion and enslaved by her touch.
He wondered, and decided that could have been a good life with a guttural prayer for both mercy and more of her sweet torment, wrapped around her name.
Re: dayum
Date: 2018-09-17 01:50 am (UTC)But this, the way she'd practically torn off his jeans to get to him, the way that she now stroked him, just fast enough not to be pointless torture, and slow enough that she could map the ridges of distended veins, near-to-the-surface nerve clusters, the swollen head of his cock, none of it had to do with control, demonstration of prowess, manipulation, not in the slightest. She wanted the silk-over-steel heat of him in her hand, wanted the slippery spill of his arousal coating her palm and slipping between her fingers. She wanted to look up and see his eyes gone wild and feel the tug of his hand in her hair and, mostly, she wanted the thing he gave her so freely--his desire, his awareness of who he was with, her name.
But given that, she wanted more, much more.
Heedless of any magic either of them could have used (and strangely delighting in not using it), Regina hook her fingers in a belt loop and hauled his jeans down over his ass and part of the way down his thighs--and blessed fuck he was as gorgeous here as he was everywhere, the dedication to fitness that made him a mountain of muscles done naturally at no cost to his masculinity, and his balls hung huge and heavy against his thighs. Grinning a private delight in that particular, she bypassed his shaft to first nuzzle against his sac, inhaling the musk and sex, before descending on it with her lips and tongue. And not until she'd bathed it in its entirety, sucked first one swollen testicle into her mouth and then the other, did she transfer her attentions to the cock by now throbbing and leaking in her hand.
Re: dayum
Date: 2018-09-17 11:27 pm (UTC)The way she smiled as she looked him over, wide and sinfully joyous with something in her eyes that spoke to more, burned itself into Neil's brain. It wasn't a look he'd ever forget, a smile and an expression that made him feel not just desirable or attractive, but valued.
It nearly took his breath away--then Regina wasn't just putting her mouth on him, she was fucking breathing him in like he was oxygen, and stole the rest of it the moment her mouth touched him.
It wasn't something new, and not something he'd ever enjoyed, but apparently the women he paid were a little too enthusiastic because it wasn't uncomfortable, it stopped his fucking heart as the air rushed out of his lungs and his fingers tightened in her hair while his hips jerked reflexively as she sucked and lapped at his balls.
"JesusfuckingChrist..."
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