Naomi is suspended in the air.
Physically and emotionally.
She couldn’t bring herself to focus on anything else aside from the feeling of Liberty’s warmth pressed against her body. She couldn’t even bring herself to question the divine legality of what they were doing. All she could think about was the comfort and taste of dwindling fire on tongue over tongue as they took their time to explore each other’s mouth. I trust you.
I love you.
Eyes shut tightly, Naomi arched her body against Liberty’s touch. She focused on the feeling of his wide, calloused palms travelling under the hem of the back of her dress, sending goosebumps after goosebumps on her bare skin. Naomi is drunk with lust, longing and, yet she wants more. She held Liberty in vice grip as the demon parted their faces on
