≡ my heartbeat to your lies

"how i long to taste you. to soothe you in the comfort of my loving embrace. a woman as beautiful, and passionate, as you; o, how they - men and woman alike - would beg to have you," her voice were sweet, compelling; laced in a delicate mercy, as poison rushed through the constituent darkness of her soul. deepened by lust and burning sensuality, an unsatiated hunger wickedly, arose. infatuation: need, want, the lascivious affirmation lucrecia so desperately ached for. a scent infused of desire, and intense demand, as it hung deliciously between the vengeful goddesses - their silhouettes, passionately intwined. fed by a thirsting urgency. the craving to have and possess, to swallow their souls, until their hearts would beat as one. she could feel brinshana's lips dancing softly along her flesh. tasting her. caressing her. gliding against the contours of her neck. touching in smooth, long strokes until lucrecia threw her elegant head back - in a slow and gentle movement - whispering a deep, throaty moan. "mmm, more. i love how you kiss me; the way you taste me," lucrecia hissed, purring. her breath misting against brinshana's cheek. as she invites brinshana into the warmth of her amative curves. to devour her skin. to sink her lust so violently, lucrecia would immerse in the ache. the pain. the pleasure, so divine; i would find heaven in your embrace. lucrecia's lips twist in devious inclination - and in a swift, yet delicate movement, lucrecia would wrap a slender arm against brinshana's form. she draws the woman closer. lithe, black nails tapping possessively over the swell of brinshana's hip, lacing a hot talon against brinshaha's inner thigh. "i love every second of you. every touch. every kiss." every moan.