<ul><span style="font-family: new times roman;">Solas wanted to take his time and taste every inch of her flesh, caress her skin and lose himself in her scent for hours long, and if there was any tomorrow; he was craving to spend it with her.  So much he could do, so much he could offer, yet reality showed a different facet of the rules. But for now, none of that reality really mattered for his lust was greater, and the sweet euphoria he was willing to give was much stronger.<br/><br/>As his companion began to remove the silken fabric which covered her crotch, the man's back arched and he lifted his hips, dropping his shoes and pushed the pair of jeans down over his hips and then all the way down until he freed himself from them. Hungry, feverish eyes now feasted on her arms, her perfect breasts, her belly; as she straddled him. Her hands on his jawline, Solas' eyelids closed momentarily, pressing the side of his face against her open palm while strong hands slid up the woman's legs, relishing more smooth, exhilarating warm skin beneath his fingers.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"fill me, Solas...please...no more teasing.."</span></span><br/><br/>The man rolled his hips upwards, but not enough to enter her. One of his hands encircled his hard, throbbing shaft; stroking it slowly as he guided one of her hands to his face, raven hair spilled loose over his shoulders. Solas sighed aloud and parted his lips in a lopsided smile, fingers running through Millicient's locks. He kissed her lips passionately, and with one animal hunger he could not hide or deny, he plundered the depths of her mouth. <br/><br/><br/>The Fallen placed his hands around her hips, shuddering, groaning deeply as he took one of her erect nipples between his lips, teasing it with his tongue. By now, the woman will be able to feel his rock-hard arousal dripping with preseminal fluids as it rubbed against the inside of her soft, yet toned thighs and then her crotch. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"I'll tease you no longer. I'll fulfill your needs, as you have fulfilled mines."</span></span> He leaned his head forward and his hands pulled her closer, a set of razor sharp, white fangs grazing her breasts. Without warning, he lifted his hips and buried the engorged head of his shaft inside her. A lustful moan fell from his lips, causing the back of his head to brace against the top of the couch. He withdrew and entered her unbelievably wet heat again, slowly filling her, giving her enough time to adjust.. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Holy hell, Mill. Ohhhh."</span></span> The pleasure he felt forced his eyelids to close shut but Solas wasn't going to miss the chance of feeding on his dear one's facial expressions. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Let me, give it to you the way you want it.  Speak to me."</span></span> His eyelids fluttered open as he began to thrust in and out of her in slow motions, panting, breathing heavily, arms holding her so close to him. <span style="color: #BFBF80"><span style="font-style: italic">"Ahhh.. Mmm.. Surrender.. yourself.. to me."</span></span></span></ul>