That moment, that one, brief and oh so forever moment, that you wait for; that one being that you've adored, admired, hated and yet felt such heat for, cried in the deepest part of your soul, and laughed behind closed doors. That moment when you and they, dissolve into one entity, and there is no better and yet more terrifying moment.<br/><br/>Do you feel this moment? Have you?<br/><br/>She had surrendered, eons ago, little to the knowledge of either; until this moment.<br/><br/>As he became almost carnal, don't we all, in the thrall of a passionate moment, she subdued, fully, to him.<br/><br/>His lips pursed to her own, his hands holding to her hips, that moment, that he choose to continue, and found way into her body, she gasped out softly, inhaling his breath. Her body tensed, back arching inward, arms tugging up and around his neck in what would be deemed, to her, a cling to his temple that she would never wish to give up.<br/><br/>She remained unmoving as he found way further into her depths, her thighs shaking as she helped him, gently and with care, nudging down with a shudder. Her muscles tight, tugging him deeper, undulating as they had their own goal in mind.<br/><br/>His nips at her breast and chest, pinpricks of his now sharp teeth left light scratches against her skin, small droplets of blood finding way from the tiny wounds, and as with him, this heightened this moment further.<br/><br/>Her breaths shallow and biting at her lower lip now, she whimpered out, gasping as he nudged against the sides of her walls, they now opening in a slippery invitation for the delivery of a lifetime. Her hips began to find his rythym, and her back arches inward, abdomen sunk in, her head now tilting down, her face burying into the delicious warmth of the crook of his neck.<br/><br/>He continues, picking up pace as his hips thrust towards her own, she rolling her own hips slowly in small circles, pushing the limits of her own inner self, hushed yet obvious sloppy sucking sounds filling their ears, combined with the scent of juices beginning to surround him, trickling down her inner thigh.<br/><br/>Her moans she brings quiet to by latching onto the soft flesh of his skin where shoulder meets neck, huffing out with her nostrils as her heart thumps harder in her chest. Her arms hold tight to him, refusing to let go, her head swelling with passion.<br/><br/>She finds another plane in this moment, thoughts are lost, her only concern is Solas, enraptured by his presence within her. She sucks harshly at his skin, her own small fangs dodging from their hiding place, and she begins to nip and tug, groaning louder, hips finding a faster timing against his, causing him to pick up his pace.<br/><br/>She feels him swell inside of her, and her muscles scream with excitement, they also swelling up, opening wider, squeezing and tugging him deeply within her fleshy mound.<br/><br/>She is dizzy, sweat beading upon her back, and now takes things further, her lips sliding against his neck, teeth scratching at his earlobe, arms tightening their hold around his neck. She fights the urge to drink from this man, both in the depths of his blood as well as from his loins. Her back arches out, attempting to release her firm grip around him, she shuddering as a gutteral 'unnnnnng' resounds in his ear.<br/><br/>She wants this, badly, all of him, emotionally as well as physically. Her muscles cry out and tug him back within her body, and her hips slam down into his lap, her face pressing firmly against his neck, mouthful of his own hair she cares not about. She shakes harshly, her body tensing and stiff, feeling him nudge and tickle the back of her now shuddering walls, attempting to milk him for all he has; greedily soaking up his throbbing member.<br/><br/>She begins a journey she cannot turn back from now, an unstoppable moment that causes her eyes to snap open, teeth to chatter, and the urge to not sink them into his flesh is unbearable; mixed with the ultimate pleasure in her body and soul trying to drain his own, she whimpers between clenched teeth, 'please....don't stop...'.<br/><br/>Her head argues this, if he doesn't, and he continues, and finds himself to the level at which she is, this moment could, in fact, change their lives further than it has, further than it had been in the past, with one simple offering. Her body argues back, waves upon waves her muscles try to get that which they deserve and need, she groaning and whimpering loudly, lips again tugging to his neck, her mouth opening enough to act as a leech upon the tender flesh.