By this point, Regina didn't know what she wanted except more. She didn't know what he wanted either, except for her to behave, whatever that meant.
What she did know was that anger rode close to the surface, her temper burning like fire, and that it stoked a wildfire that could either become passion or ugly black magic.
When he bent to take her with his mouth, she whimpered -- entirely unintentionally -- and forced her mind to focus on the movements of his tongue and lips and teeth, to stay there with that, no matter how much she writhed and thrashed and bucked under his mouth. Thinking about his mouth focused her on him, and as long as she was letting herself love him and be with him, passion would (she hoped) beat out the darkness in her.
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Date: 2018-05-11 04:47 am (UTC)What she did know was that anger rode close to the surface, her temper burning like fire, and that it stoked a wildfire that could either become passion or ugly black magic.
When he bent to take her with his mouth, she whimpered -- entirely unintentionally -- and forced her mind to focus on the movements of his tongue and lips and teeth, to stay there with that, no matter how much she writhed and thrashed and bucked under his mouth. Thinking about his mouth focused her on him, and as long as she was letting herself love him and be with him, passion would (she hoped) beat out the darkness in her.