Fics like my skin on your skin, again and again.

Inspired by; Sweat by ZAYN. ~~~~~ Her only answer was a low growl of need as she tightened her grip on her neck, watching intently as her blue eyes glistened. She could quite literally feel them both slipping, sliding into need, falling into that hazy place of love and desire where right was not quite identifiable from wrong. Her wife was many things. She was submissive. She was the single most masochistic person she’d met in her entire two thousand years of life. She was trusting. She was empowered by her sexuality. But willingly obedient without being a brat about it? Hell would freeze over before Anastasia Sayeed willingly took an order without an attitude… but that was all part of the fun for her. Winning her over. Bringing her to heel. It was never an easy job— in fact it was, at times, so difficult to subdue her that not even a God would be strong enough to command her. Their playtime was as psychological as it was physical and sexual, and there were few things she loved more than being as deep inside her wife’s mind as she was inside her body. “Clever girl.” She hid every ounce of her bemusement at the bratty behaviour. “You play with fire because you want to be burnt.”

Fics like my skin on your skin, again and again.

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