The sound that left his lips when she crossed her legs around him seemed better suited to battle than sex. Yes - it was hard to say whether this was one or the other. She had him teetering on the brink, lush and supple and damp with sweat beneath him, her body molding against his in something between a dance and a grapple. Vayne's hips lifted in reply, pistoning himself into her depths with an eagerness that took him aback. The blankets at the lip of the bed were a tangle beneath where they were joined, soaked through with their sweat, but Tifa held him fast, and the sweat only seemed to guide her hips along in that grounded dance, and - and gods, the way she moved. He was almost angry at how easily that inflamed his arousal inside her.
But what truly knifed through him, what found that fever in his loins and brought to a blaze, were her eyes. Focused, clear, unrelenting. Beautiful. Glazed with passion, sharpened by defiance, and burning like an Entite's heart. She could finish a man with those eyes alone, he thought, watching a strand of damp black hair bounce between those dark Dalmascan eyes.
"That's it," he growled, the pace of his thrusts quickening as she pulled him into her. "Fuck me like you fight me, Tifa. Finish me. Just - like - that..."
All that Archadian composure began to ebb from him. Vayne held his strokes on her clit, the friction of his thumb and forefinger trapping it in a circle of heat and touch - but for all his toying with her body, he could not deny himself anymore. His arousal began to betray him, his cock tilting inside her, strength swelling in his shaft as his loins began to loosen and relax. She could probably see it in the glint of his eyes, hear it in the shortened cadence of his breath. He felt it...and let it come, gave himself to the fire, to the rolling rush of her body. His eyelids flickered, and his chin tilted toward his flaring chest with a grunt as a wave of pleasure and delirium crashed upon him. His shaft slid into her again, bulging at its head, and now the bed groaned under the effort of his thrusts-
Her name, and a warning, might have left his lips. He did not know. Vayne felt his heel dig into the carpet, and his neck relaxed under the tight snare of her arms, and his face buried itself against her breast -
And he came.
His seed burst from his tip, the thick, salty ribbons pumping deep inside her. His hips bucked against hers, and his cock spasmed between her tight walls, unleashing his passion in a hot, heavy torrent. The pleasure was like nothing he'd known before. And he rode out every second of it with a conqueror's relish, hands pawing at her breast and clit as he ground into her, and let her finish him.
(Oof. Sorry about the wait, got hijacked for Blizzcon!)
But what truly knifed through him, what found that fever in his loins and brought to a blaze, were her eyes. Focused, clear, unrelenting. Beautiful. Glazed with passion, sharpened by defiance, and burning like an Entite's heart. She could finish a man with those eyes alone, he thought, watching a strand of damp black hair bounce between those dark Dalmascan eyes.
"That's it," he growled, the pace of his thrusts quickening as she pulled him into her. "Fuck me like you fight me, Tifa. Finish me. Just - like - that..."
All that Archadian composure began to ebb from him. Vayne held his strokes on her clit, the friction of his thumb and forefinger trapping it in a circle of heat and touch - but for all his toying with her body, he could not deny himself anymore. His arousal began to betray him, his cock tilting inside her, strength swelling in his shaft as his loins began to loosen and relax. She could probably see it in the glint of his eyes, hear it in the shortened cadence of his breath. He felt it...and let it come, gave himself to the fire, to the rolling rush of her body. His eyelids flickered, and his chin tilted toward his flaring chest with a grunt as a wave of pleasure and delirium crashed upon him. His shaft slid into her again, bulging at its head, and now the bed groaned under the effort of his thrusts-
Her name, and a warning, might have left his lips. He did not know. Vayne felt his heel dig into the carpet, and his neck relaxed under the tight snare of her arms, and his face buried itself against her breast -
And he came.
His seed burst from his tip, the thick, salty ribbons pumping deep inside her. His hips bucked against hers, and his cock spasmed between her tight walls, unleashing his passion in a hot, heavy torrent. The pleasure was like nothing he'd known before. And he rode out every second of it with a conqueror's relish, hands pawing at her breast and clit as he ground into her, and let her finish him.