“Elijah…” She moans and he looks up at her with a playful smile. It’s maddening, bordering on smug and it only makes her wish for his restraint to snap and take her more powerful. But he likes this slow burn, the delayed gratification more pleasurable then the ultimate release. He is a man with most of his sensibilities rooted in the past and it shows now. He may have trained himself to withstand for hours but she can not.”
I’m, like, six followers away from four-hundred. So, thanks guys! You all are awesome and I appreciate every one of you (even if I don’t quite understand why you follow me).
(Oh, and, for anyone who doesn’t know and adore I’m giving a huge shout out to the fic Liason because – holy hell – there isn’t any better inspiration for smutty artwork than a well written fic. If you haven’t read it; go read it. If you have, read it again. It’s spectacular.)
(Источник: compassionatesouls из блога neangel16)
