[the insanity of lust is swallowing her whole, like a thick yet heated bath that feels so gratifying after dealing with excruciating chills of the winter seasons. there's a tiny whisper somewhere that's trying to suggest to take it down a notch, but she can't hear it due to her own moans, his grunts, and the creaking of the bed. why would she listen to anything else besides this lovely music they're creating together? she's been starving for pleasure, for real satisfaction. and she can't recall the last time she felt this exhilarated, not since quentin, which feels like a lifetime ago.
the last thing she ever wants to do now is stop, to sink to the bottom of this hellfire and have her entire body be burned alive. jinx fantasized a lot about her final days on earth, how it would end for her. sex was something that she hardly entertained as an option, but maybe now she should reconsider it being one of her top three.
her hips continue to buck wildly against his, her hand combing through her own hair to grip on, while her vibrant eyes fixate down on her lover's expression. the way he conveys how he is demanding to hold on as long as he can is delicious, and it only drives her further into pushing him so he won't make it. jinx wants to see him crumble, hear him scream for her, and get so intoxicated and addicted to where she dominates his entire mind. it's intense, sure, but it's the only way he can truly belong to her — if she becomes the highest priority of anything and anyone else.]
[but like ekko, she soon reaches her peak, too. the balloon of arousal swelling so much that it's starting to burst. her other free hand scoots closer towards neck, a thumb brushing against his adam's apple, and almost daring to press. she shouldn't, and she won't, but... the thought of it haunts her. although, it gets interrupted when she finally reaches the finish line, she flings her head back — her body arching while her hips twitch and jerk around the overwhelming climax. her entire world blurs, and she forgets everything that's trivial... which is everything outside this bedroom. they'll return to her when she falls back to earth, like how in the hell she will be able to walk without silco noticing any hobbles? but that's a problem for the future jinx, this present jinx breakdowns forward onto ekko's chest — throat stinging from all the weighted breaths.]
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Date: 2024-12-07 04:50 pm (UTC)the last thing she ever wants to do now is stop, to sink to the bottom of this hellfire and have her entire body be burned alive. jinx fantasized a lot about her final days on earth, how it would end for her. sex was something that she hardly entertained as an option, but maybe now she should reconsider it being one of her top three.
her hips continue to buck wildly against his, her hand combing through her own hair to grip on, while her vibrant eyes fixate down on her lover's expression. the way he conveys how he is demanding to hold on as long as he can is delicious, and it only drives her further into pushing him so he won't make it. jinx wants to see him crumble, hear him scream for her, and get so intoxicated and addicted to where she dominates his entire mind. it's intense, sure, but it's the only way he can truly belong to her — if she becomes the highest priority of anything and anyone else.]
[but like ekko, she soon reaches her peak, too. the balloon of arousal swelling so much that it's starting to burst. her other free hand scoots closer towards neck, a thumb brushing against his adam's apple, and almost daring to press. she shouldn't, and she won't, but... the thought of it haunts her. although, it gets interrupted when she finally reaches the finish line, she flings her head back — her body arching while her hips twitch and jerk around the overwhelming climax. her entire world blurs, and she forgets everything that's trivial... which is everything outside this bedroom. they'll return to her when she falls back to earth, like how in the hell she will be able to walk without silco noticing any hobbles? but that's a problem for the future jinx, this present jinx breakdowns forward onto ekko's chest — throat stinging from all the weighted breaths.]