How strange they both were. Him, a puppet and her a puppeteer, yet they both craved to be free of their designed roles. Max wished freedom from those much like Lady Maria and she, in turn, detested her own kind. .. And yet her there are~
Maria did not swat his hand away as it dared to roam. No, she would allow him to touch, to feel and caress her as he pleased as he was about to be doing her a great service. She twisted and turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders, fingers dancing up the back of his neck into his hair, staring at him with those silver eyes.
" Where? Where might I taste you from? Where do you want to taste me?"
Moving her face just a fraction away from his, her lips brushing his as she spoke so close to them.
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Date: 2021-02-16 03:14 pm (UTC)Maria did not swat his hand away as it dared to roam. No, she would allow him to touch, to feel and caress her as he pleased as he was about to be doing her a great service. She twisted and turned around in his arms, wrapping her own around his shoulders, fingers dancing up the back of his neck into his hair, staring at him with those silver eyes.
" Where? Where might I taste you from? Where do you want to taste me?"
Moving her face just a fraction away from his, her lips brushing his as she spoke so close to them.