<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_342,h_457,al_c,q_90/991d95_d844c1422d6d48cd9fa850da8fa47f47~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belladonna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lola's / Belladonna's room<br/><strong>Time of Day</strong>: Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desmond<br/><hr/><br/>Primitive, raw, every nerve was awakened, every sense overwhelmed.   That initial push was met with a parting of her lips, a gasp of breath, an arching of her spine.  Her hips rolled to his, her gaze meeting his own, locked there, unable to look away if she'd wanted to.  She was lost in the pleasure he wrought, and her nails raked his skin as her heels dug into his ass, drawing her up to meet each thrust of his hips.<br/><br/>If he wanted to see the desire and pleasure he instilled etched on her face, he most certainly got his wish.  Her thighs were already beginning to quiver, the raised flesh of her skin mirroring his own as a shiver of ecstasy coursed along her spine.  He wasn't the first man she'd taken to her bed, but he was the first man to elicit such a response.<br/><br/>The possessive hold at the back of her neck only enhanced the sensations he was creating, sending a jolt of pleasure racing through her core, and had her resorting to her native tongue.  "a Dhia m' anam!"  Directly, God preserve us, but much the equivalent of Oh God!