[mse] 15.4 - coquettish
NOTE: Selene is dealing_death and is used with love. Takes place on the Karras's honeymoon night.
He’d seen many sides of his new wife already…the businesswoman, the warrior, the lost soul. He’d seen some of her worst, found her at her lowest point, and just a few hours before had seen her in the throes of a joy so great it had forced him into a powerful display of his greatest form of magic: the kind that went unseen, the kind that only ever touched the soul.
Of all the facets to Selene Karras, however, he had never truly seen this one. The wanton, coquettish temptress that stood in the doorway to the bedroom of their honeymoon suite.
“Are you coming to bed?”
The words fell from her lips, soft and husky, like good wine as her hand drifted up to brush her hair back from her face and fell again, fingers trailing back down the side of her neck with the promise of a touch to rest below her collarbone. A little further, and they would touch the swell of her breast rising above the black lace trim of the sheer teddy she’d slipped on after they arrived at the hotel.
Still half dressed, shirt unbuttoned and feet bare, he rose from the couch in the main room and moved toward her, feeling like a man in thrall as he stared. There was never a moment when he didn’t want her, but tonight felt different somehow. Taking in the beauty that he already knew was reserved for him, the hand at her throat now gleamed with diamonds and platinum that said more than simple words.
Mine.
Standing before her, just within reach, he didn’t move, only looked his fill as his eyes roamed up and down her body while desire all but claimed him. It spread like wildfire, a raw and aching want that had him nearly paralyzed.
He followed the lines of the teddy over full, perfect breasts, the line of stretch lace running down the middle of her body…
…soft, warm fingers trailing over her belly…
…the sheer panels clinging to her sides…
…palms sliding up her ribcage, cupping her breasts beneath the taut lace…
“Tommy!...”
He was startled from the contemplation of her legs peeking over the top of her silk stockings to find her flushed and breathless, chest heaving and hands running over her stomach, as if to snatch at a wayward touch that wasn’t there. As he watched and felt the texture of the gauzy material in his mind’s eye, he actually saw it stir, stretching beneath the press of an invisible thumb.
Jesus Christ, she was half ready to come, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Mouth dry with the idea that he could keep going, drive her to the edge with pure power and just watch as she came undone, he finally lifted one hand, caressing a line of fire down the center of her body with his knuckles, between her breasts and down her belly to rest just below her navel. He lingered there, just for a moment, feeling her stomach quiver and her body sing with tension, stared into her eyes and saw that she was at his mercy. She was so close, so desperate, so possessed in that moment that it scared her as much as it scared and awed him.
“I love you.”
“I…I know.”
The way she had to swallow past the knot of pleasure cutting off her air made his gut clench and stole the last of his control. With a swift, impatient motion he reached up and yanked at his open shirt, shaking it loose from his shoulders and arms. The second it hit the floor, it seemed to release Selene from whatever spell she’d been under as she clutched his shoulders with more of her true strength, hard enough to bruise as she yanked him close and kissed him. Her tongue invaded his mouth, staking its own claim as she shifted her body to line up with his, hips moving against him in silent plea for release as a less quiet wail of arousal was muted into a whimper as he kissed her back.
Pulling her body against his hard, he slid a hand between their bodies and just like that, his fingers were inside of her, moving hard and insistent as his thumb brushed her clit.
Come for me.
He broke the kiss, drawing back just enough to watch her face as she came, mouth open in a silent scream as her body tightened around his fingers. Every muscle went taut, frozen in the moment he held in his mind’s eye as he took what he wanted from his woman…his wife.
When she finally sagged against him, wrapped in his arms and struggling for just a moment to catch her breath, he smiled as she blinked and drew back languidly, realizing that she was still fully dressed in her tantalizing bedroom outfit.
“How…did you…”
“A magician,” he growled quietly, scooping her up in his arms, “never reveals his secrets.”
His answer was a husky laugh as he carried her into the bedroom so that she could perform a little magic of her own.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 858
He’d seen many sides of his new wife already…the businesswoman, the warrior, the lost soul. He’d seen some of her worst, found her at her lowest point, and just a few hours before had seen her in the throes of a joy so great it had forced him into a powerful display of his greatest form of magic: the kind that went unseen, the kind that only ever touched the soul.
Of all the facets to Selene Karras, however, he had never truly seen this one. The wanton, coquettish temptress that stood in the doorway to the bedroom of their honeymoon suite.
“Are you coming to bed?”
The words fell from her lips, soft and husky, like good wine as her hand drifted up to brush her hair back from her face and fell again, fingers trailing back down the side of her neck with the promise of a touch to rest below her collarbone. A little further, and they would touch the swell of her breast rising above the black lace trim of the sheer teddy she’d slipped on after they arrived at the hotel.
Still half dressed, shirt unbuttoned and feet bare, he rose from the couch in the main room and moved toward her, feeling like a man in thrall as he stared. There was never a moment when he didn’t want her, but tonight felt different somehow. Taking in the beauty that he already knew was reserved for him, the hand at her throat now gleamed with diamonds and platinum that said more than simple words.
Mine.
Standing before her, just within reach, he didn’t move, only looked his fill as his eyes roamed up and down her body while desire all but claimed him. It spread like wildfire, a raw and aching want that had him nearly paralyzed.
He followed the lines of the teddy over full, perfect breasts, the line of stretch lace running down the middle of her body…
…soft, warm fingers trailing over her belly…
…the sheer panels clinging to her sides…
…palms sliding up her ribcage, cupping her breasts beneath the taut lace…
“Tommy!...”
He was startled from the contemplation of her legs peeking over the top of her silk stockings to find her flushed and breathless, chest heaving and hands running over her stomach, as if to snatch at a wayward touch that wasn’t there. As he watched and felt the texture of the gauzy material in his mind’s eye, he actually saw it stir, stretching beneath the press of an invisible thumb.
Jesus Christ, she was half ready to come, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Mouth dry with the idea that he could keep going, drive her to the edge with pure power and just watch as she came undone, he finally lifted one hand, caressing a line of fire down the center of her body with his knuckles, between her breasts and down her belly to rest just below her navel. He lingered there, just for a moment, feeling her stomach quiver and her body sing with tension, stared into her eyes and saw that she was at his mercy. She was so close, so desperate, so possessed in that moment that it scared her as much as it scared and awed him.
“I love you.”
“I…I know.”
The way she had to swallow past the knot of pleasure cutting off her air made his gut clench and stole the last of his control. With a swift, impatient motion he reached up and yanked at his open shirt, shaking it loose from his shoulders and arms. The second it hit the floor, it seemed to release Selene from whatever spell she’d been under as she clutched his shoulders with more of her true strength, hard enough to bruise as she yanked him close and kissed him. Her tongue invaded his mouth, staking its own claim as she shifted her body to line up with his, hips moving against him in silent plea for release as a less quiet wail of arousal was muted into a whimper as he kissed her back.
Pulling her body against his hard, he slid a hand between their bodies and just like that, his fingers were inside of her, moving hard and insistent as his thumb brushed her clit.
Come for me.
He broke the kiss, drawing back just enough to watch her face as she came, mouth open in a silent scream as her body tightened around his fingers. Every muscle went taut, frozen in the moment he held in his mind’s eye as he took what he wanted from his woman…his wife.
When she finally sagged against him, wrapped in his arms and struggling for just a moment to catch her breath, he smiled as she blinked and drew back languidly, realizing that she was still fully dressed in her tantalizing bedroom outfit.
“How…did you…”
“A magician,” he growled quietly, scooping her up in his arms, “never reveals his secrets.”
His answer was a husky laugh as he carried her into the bedroom so that she could perform a little magic of her own.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 858