The feel of her around him, on him, under him was nice and addictive.
His kisses trailed up her body, his hands moving to either side of her body, leaning over her again as she pulled him down by the hair, absorbing more of a deeper kiss.
She'd find that his taste was smokey, spicy, like cinnamon and fire. Not disgusting or ashy, but sweet and warm. His tongue flicked at her lips, demanding them to part for him. He settled his body over hers a bit more, wiggling in to rest on her almost lightly but with a weight of a warm lover there.
Breathing in on the kiss was warm, holding it a moment felt fine. he let his hands trail up her arms to hold them, kissing her briskly and with a warm passion.
They kiss and it’s all she needs in the world - sighs and hums and giggles. Lips and skin touch and Sombra can feel the way her blood rushes through her body as Genji leans into her. Feeling him so close makes her eager and she rocks again , wanting to feel more pressure. He tastes like something she wants to devour, like something she could drink forever and never tire and so she does, tilting her head to kiss him as deeply as she can.
Even before her magic grew, Sombra’s ambition made her greedy and ravenous. Fear never lasted long in the wake of her wanting and here, under the most powerful man she’s ever met, she knows she is lost to him. This close her magic seems to fade - it isn’t, her guard is just dropping - and Sombra knows that Genji is one of a handful to learn her true scent.
In contrast to the heady sweet-spice scent of her magic, a friend once described it as subtle, like the soft sweetness of cookies and vanilla left in a room where sweet incense had been burning. Sombra thinks it might be why this kiss is so addictive, that in this moment she and Genji are best together - sweet and burning.
His touch skimming up her body makes her hum and when he pins her arms, Sombra feels empty. They kiss until she can’t breathe and when she pulls from him to breathe, it leaves her in a lust filled rush.
“Fuck...” Her pupils are blown wide and her violet eyes almost glow.
“Bite me,” she arches under him and tilts her head, offering her throat once more.
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He liked the smell of her as she grew impatient.
The feel of her around him, on him, under him was nice and addictive.
His kisses trailed up her body, his hands moving to either side of her body, leaning over her again as she pulled him down by the hair, absorbing more of a deeper kiss.
She'd find that his taste was smokey, spicy, like cinnamon and fire. Not disgusting or ashy, but sweet and warm. His tongue flicked at her lips, demanding them to part for him. He settled his body over hers a bit more, wiggling in to rest on her almost lightly but with a weight of a warm lover there.
Breathing in on the kiss was warm, holding it a moment felt fine. he let his hands trail up her arms to hold them, kissing her briskly and with a warm passion.
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Even before her magic grew, Sombra’s ambition made her greedy and ravenous. Fear never lasted long in the wake of her wanting and here, under the most powerful man she’s ever met,
she knows she is lost to him. This close her magic seems to fade - it isn’t, her guard is just dropping - and Sombra knows that Genji is one of a handful to learn her true scent.
In contrast to the heady sweet-spice scent of her magic, a friend once described it as subtle, like the soft sweetness of cookies and vanilla left in a room where sweet incense had been burning. Sombra thinks it might be why this kiss is so addictive, that in this moment she and Genji are best together - sweet and burning.
His touch skimming up her body makes her hum and when he pins her arms, Sombra feels empty. They kiss until she can’t breathe and when she pulls from him to breathe, it leaves her in a lust filled rush.
“Fuck...” Her pupils are blown wide and her violet eyes almost glow.
“Bite me,” she arches under him and tilts her head, offering her throat once more.