he needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. what those perfect lips tasted like. her breasts. her sex. he needed her coming on his tongue...
wrong — it was so wrong.
he didn’t care.
he needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. 💌
art by celestarly
comissioned by wendigoldd
elain, quite literally swept off her feet.
a kiss on the cheek from azriel, and her smile says she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. 💌
art by solastria
commissioned by lazydaisyreads
it had never gone this far. they'd exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. never blatant, unrestricted touching.
wrong — it was so wrong.
he didn't care.
azriel's fingers lingered at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. slowly, elain pivoted into his touch. until his palm lay flat against her neck.
letting his scarred fingers touch her immaculate skin. letting them brush the side of her throat, savoring the velvet-soft texture. elain shivered, and he took a damn long time fastening the clasp.
his head went quiet. but he took the necklace, opening the clasp as she exposed her back, sweeping her hair up in one hand to bare her long, creamy neck.
he knew it was wrong, but there he was, sliding the necklace around her.
spy group 💌
azriel, elain, nuala & cerridwen
by silketara.
