After one more tender kiss to her shoulder does he move to capture her mouth..hands move to the lace that held the apparel firmly to her body; skin tingles at the thought of it coming undone around waiting finger tips, ready to strip it away.
The fact that she is needed elsewhere hardly registers, all those in waiting need wait l o n g e r for right now, the Pumpkin King had duties of his own — other responsibilities to attend to — much bigger than whatever complaints those standing beyond the doors had to deliver.
Pace is slowed momentarily, as shoulders take the time to shrug off the shirt now barely clinging to his frame, it is tossed away carelessly with his jacket before attention returns back to THE QUEEN.
“Do you ‘ve any idea how long…I’ve waited…” A near growl escaped his throat as hands slipped onto her shoulder blades.
THE HEART SHE WAS CERTAIN no longer took up residence within the cage of her ribs beat at a rabbit’s pace, a rose hue infiltrating pallid flesh, numbness dissipating with each graze of his fingertips. the pace was far from the hurried nature of most of her affairs, slower to know what every sensation could be wrought.
& as skin is exposed lips adhere to it, blunt teeth scraping the expanse of his collarbone, heated breath decorating the area as she soothes the reddened area with the brush of her lips. hands ascended his arms only to drag down his chest only to pause above the waistline of his trousers.
❛ then wait … no longer. ❜
it was a murmur against the curve of his neck before resuming the assault of her teeth on his flesh, surely marking her territory. & after a moment of teasing her hands slipped beneath his waistband, moaning as she felt his growing arousal.
