Private Tales Old Wounds, New Blood

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Oliviana looked up at Rahma as he drew his hand up her body and to her throat. She let out steadying breath as his strong hand grabbed hold of her hip.

And then he was closer.

The door was hard against her back and Rahma was hard against her front. His hand against her throat caused her to keep her head tilted back so her green eyes met his gold ones.

He was so close and he stopped. He didn't kiss her. He just stood there with her at his mercy. He was playing with her. He would stand there all night just to fuck with her.

So Oliviana moved slightly and bit his bottom lip gently.

It was his move.
 
Trigger: pulled.

Oliviana would feel one last beat of Rahma's breath, hear one last soft growl, before he closed the last of the gap between them.

There was little elegance to it as his lips crashed into hers. Between booze and beast Rahma could hardly control himself. Nearly immediately his tongue was trying its best to work its way into Liv's throat. His left hand gripped tighter around her neck while his right pulled her tightly against him.

Past be damned. Everything else be damned. Rahma wanted to lose himself in this, in her, right here and now.
 
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