harley westward

Here we are in the heart of the darkness

For all the countless banter and teasing, and everything in between.. This was like all that but on steroids. It was like they took banter to a whole new level, but with their bodies had became the vessel instead of words. Matteo in all his sexy divinity told her exactly what he wanted and while the defiant little rebel would have pressed it, the command in his voice filled her with an unspoken exhilaration. Her very body seemed to want to jump on that very train and ride it to ecstasy town... Never come back.. Maybe send a postcard or two. She realized she had a thing for men that knew exactly what they wanted, that could say such sinful things and make it playful. In that moment with that burning look in his eye and an inferno he ignited within her.. There wasn't a damn thing she was going to say no to. Who the hell in their right mind would have? So, she did exactly that, moved up the bed to straddle his waist, loathing every moment their bodies were disconnected, when his hands weren't on her. In no longer than a few heartbeats she settled down upon him, her body near sighed with the contentment and that urge to move. How she nearly ached with that need. That abrupt halt in that progression did so little to put out her flames, but somehow fueled the damn fire. It was then when her vivacious lilac hued eyes met his own... did she realize how intimate this position was. Just how close they were. It was startling and yet hot as hell to see the desire in his eyes. To see that very want they had both cultivated and refused to deny. How Harley didn't see this coming at.

His silver entrancing eyes looked at her from beneath the unruly strands that fell forward, far more sexily than any faux roughened hair style. This was the work of them both. How it seemed to appeal to her an unspoke visceral kind of way. If she could guess, his hair was probably as wild and untamed as her own.. Yet how little she cared for the state of her hair! Not when he felt so good, pressed up against her body, inside of her.


It was impossible not to allow her resolve to slip, that resilient demenour to crumble away after her arms wrapped around him. This position offered them both equality. Something the raven-haired spitfire had never been afforded before, and could she mention the depth, the very friction. She nearly quivered with it. She felt like a livewire, her skin very much alive. It hardly took long before she moved, the sound that she pulled from him only added to the very electricity that fueled their storm. Strong, capable hands found her body, eliciting more, how that could ever be she'd never know. As she moved her hips, she hadn't realized her fingers entwined with his tempting locks as their mouths collided and the feel of his hands upon her sensitive skin made her moan. It was like he consumed the very sound, every last trace.

Her hips moved a far more passionate pace, feeling him meet her in equal intensity. They were lost in a tangle of one another, lost to the sensations that could have drowned her and gave her breath all at once. They were struck with a ferocious need that they both gave into. A perfect storm that swirled around them, well matched in equal intensity. Matteo seemed to goad her closer with each shift of his own hips until she cried out, as his far more ardent press of his hips sent a ripple of pleasure through her entire body. He was holding out before. He wasn't now. That climax could have shattered her world into billions of pieces as she wrapped around him.. Her fingers dug into his back as if he couldn't be close enough as though she would have been lost to the riptide of sensations that assaulted her. She seemed vaguely aware of herself or even Matteo as his demanding hands found her hips, gripped her firmly in the thoes of passion enough to make a mark and yet she relished in the feel of it that loss of his perfect control. How she didn't mind in the slightest, that bite.. Nor the thought of his fingerprints on her flesh.

A final shift along with a groan escaped him in his own release uttered against her neck as they both came undone together.

The pair seemed unable or unwilling to move, lingering in that embrace until the storm cleared. Never had she felt so thoroughly satisfied. Her fingers trailed lazily down his back as she sagged against his stable form or maybe they simply kept each other up. His hands still clutched to her, anchored her in place to him as if they might have lost each other in the wake of their pleasurable collapse. She was unaware of the marks he left, only the soft press of his lips upon her jaw, his breath that made her body shiver. Her gaze fluttered open, unaware when she closed them, allowing her sated stare to meet his own.

It was like she had forgotten how to move. Her limbs felt like liquid. She could not help but return a smirk as the world slowly came back in focus.

He moved once more as if sensing her inability to jack all... to roll her gently onto her back, feeling the linen that felt cool beneath her heated body. Nothing could be heard save for their breath, her heartbeat, the crackling of the fire and the sound of him settling upon the bed beside her.. but not before pulling up the sheet from the bed that no longer looked in the same pristine state she had first seen it. She felt him pressed against her side as they simply took a few moments to catch their breath. For once she was rendered speechless. Not an easy feat for the usually vocal woman.

They wer very good at that, even she had to admit that out loud, Matteo wholly unwilling to deny it either. She turned her body to rest upon her side, glad she wasn't forever to be unable to move. The frenchman would be far too smug if he had rendered her temporarily paralyzed! She wouldn't have been able to live it down. Nor cease the talk of his magical sex powers. The firelight offered a warm backlight to his skin in a way she could only describe as appealing, like she could have made him into a painting. She bit her lower lip as if she recalled all they had done as his chuckle filled the space, that did things to her sensitive flesh. How the fuck did he do that? "I think your bed is in much better shape now." She teased lightly although there was a hint of pride within her words. Her hand rested on top of the bed sheets, along her outer thigh before nearly dramatically rolling over on to her back. How deliciously heavy her limbs had felt, cradled by that enveloping bed interwoven with his irresistible scent.


Hell, she could have purred in that afterglow. Did panthers even pur?? Because she sure as hell didn't.. Or maybe she was capable and she had no fucking clue... It rose upin her chest, as if it threatened to rattle free.. How close it was to escaping, embarrassingly so.... It would have if Matteo didn't interrupt that strange sensation with a silken voice that matched those enveloping sheets.

Mercury Rising in comparison to missionary, what? What kind of nonsense was that? She could not hide the look of utter bafflement, written across her face as she tilted her head to the side to cast him a look from the corner of her eye. Huh? Was she missing something? Had that release dulled her brain? Or dulled his? Maybe both. "Wait, what?" What the fuck was a mercury rising? Maybe the fae just talked gibberish after earth shatteringly good sex. Or was this his idea of pillow talk? She seemed to consider it as he explained that position they had settled upon had a name.. It was called Mercury Rising. Well that was a weird name and yet... she supposed now she would have it forever memorized.

His warm chuckle filled the space between them, her lips twitched at the corner before a laugh ripped from her. "I thought you were talking about that bad movie with Bruce Willis and that kid.. But I guess I can see why they called it that.. I swear I might as well have seen planets.." She laughed again but it was tinted with sated well-earned exhaustion.

How she didn't know sex could be like that. It felt good, a perfect sport for release... and any pent-up tension she had been holding, a means to be free. But how she didn't know her body could feel like that.

She drew another delicious breath that filled her lungs as she thought that this bed was far too comforting and for a man who didn't sleep in it much... even though it smelled like him everywhere. His scent still lingered in her nose... tempting and toying even after all they had done. Their bodies had made a combined scent that she luxuriated within. A yawn accompanied by a small and pitiful whimper escaped her even though she hardly cared, while she deliciously stretched every limb within her body. How depleted she was but damn it was the good kind of exhaustion. That kind where you just soak into it like a fluffy cloud.

She felt like a cat that needed to lounge by the window in the sun. Matteo was that sun she'd greedily soak up for a while. That moment itself was perfect. As perfect moments are... fleeting and yet burned in your mind for a lifetime.

Even warriors needed to remove their armour sometime.. And she had forgotten to take hers off for far too long. Yet she would put each piece back in its rightful place in morning when the world went back to normal. Well.. her normal.

"Mercury rising.. I have thoughts on that one.. but you were.. right you know.." She huffed sleepily, although she never elaborated.. as she allowed her eyes to softly flutter shut. It was like there was far more to that very sentence, because there was.. How fortunate it was she had fell asleep because she was damn well certain she would not live it down.. And that man hardly needed any more compliments to strike his ego. But god damn, he wasn't just being cocky. The fae was right.