01-11-2017, 06:51 PM
Stillwater
Perhaps he'd read her wrong. That damned devil-grin of hers grew and her next words soothed him, put him at ease. Not greed; protection. He could do that. Of course. A crooked grin spread in spite of himself. Wait, a child? Eh, whatever. Once again she circled. His eyes lit as he watched her, exploring every twist and sway. He caught himself wondering how useful she'd prove to be, or if she were replaceable. Hunger burning so hot was making him hope for the latter. So he could take her. She was bad for him.
Damn, he needed to be sated.
Perhaps it would be he that would end up purring with the way she played with him. She slipped beneath his chin again, a coaxing finger to a kitten. Ah, but he was no kitten; she toyed with a much larger beast than she realized. He sucked in her scent as she slid -God, so hungry, his mouth sweeping lightly across her skin as she passed. Instead of exhaling that breath, holding her delicious fragrance inside him, his jaw expanded and clamped down on her neck. Held her in place.
In his mind, he gripped her, dragged her down. He could see every perfect moment lighting across his eyes. They dilated with the pleasure of it, the taste of it. She'd bathe in the mud at their feet, scramble and scream. It would fuel him. So damn hunnngry..
But in reality, his legs were locked tight, trembling with the effort not to act. Breaths came heavy. Muscles twitched. His mouth watered against her skin as he held her still. The images -desires- made his jaw tighten and he broke skin. He inhaled sharply, but released her slowly, so slowly. As though to make certain she wouldn't run.
Carefully, sweetly, he licked at the shallow abrasion, tending it. It was an apology, he hadn't meant to grab her at all and most certainly not bite her, but also she just...tasted so damn good. So, what the hell, his tongue pressed against it again. Of course the wound was clean, but... it couldn't hurt to be sure. So he tended her. As a friend, or even a lover might.
His control was slipping the longer she stayed this close to him. With her moves, those damn defiant eyes, dancing around like prey, toying with him. She walked a blades edge with her games; perhaps now she'll see that. He was no Prince Charming. A devil in disguise was more accurate.
A roguish grin swept up his lips as he pulled away, charming in its way though his eyes puddled with guilt. He should've been able to handle this. She was just a woman like any other.
Karaugh.. God damn, his voice had changed. Deeper, unnaturally gravelly. He glanced away, swallowed it, tried again.
As long as you remain in Sylva, anyone who tries to harm you or your child will get much worse. Serious, sober, honest. A vow? Deadly honest. Yeah, it was a demonstration, that was all. Craving another go at it was just... Damn, he needed to control this better. No, he needed to get away from her.
Do you accept?
He was suddenly very eager to be away. A dip in the water, that would fix this. Soothe him, set him to rights again. Damned woman.
Damn, he needed to be sated.
Perhaps it would be he that would end up purring with the way she played with him. She slipped beneath his chin again, a coaxing finger to a kitten. Ah, but he was no kitten; she toyed with a much larger beast than she realized. He sucked in her scent as she slid -God, so hungry, his mouth sweeping lightly across her skin as she passed. Instead of exhaling that breath, holding her delicious fragrance inside him, his jaw expanded and clamped down on her neck. Held her in place.
In his mind, he gripped her, dragged her down. He could see every perfect moment lighting across his eyes. They dilated with the pleasure of it, the taste of it. She'd bathe in the mud at their feet, scramble and scream. It would fuel him. So damn hunnngry..
But in reality, his legs were locked tight, trembling with the effort not to act. Breaths came heavy. Muscles twitched. His mouth watered against her skin as he held her still. The images -desires- made his jaw tighten and he broke skin. He inhaled sharply, but released her slowly, so slowly. As though to make certain she wouldn't run.
Carefully, sweetly, he licked at the shallow abrasion, tending it. It was an apology, he hadn't meant to grab her at all and most certainly not bite her, but also she just...tasted so damn good. So, what the hell, his tongue pressed against it again. Of course the wound was clean, but... it couldn't hurt to be sure. So he tended her. As a friend, or even a lover might.
His control was slipping the longer she stayed this close to him. With her moves, those damn defiant eyes, dancing around like prey, toying with him. She walked a blades edge with her games; perhaps now she'll see that. He was no Prince Charming. A devil in disguise was more accurate.
A roguish grin swept up his lips as he pulled away, charming in its way though his eyes puddled with guilt. He should've been able to handle this. She was just a woman like any other.
Karaugh.. God damn, his voice had changed. Deeper, unnaturally gravelly. He glanced away, swallowed it, tried again.
As long as you remain in Sylva, anyone who tries to harm you or your child will get much worse. Serious, sober, honest. A vow? Deadly honest. Yeah, it was a demonstration, that was all. Craving another go at it was just... Damn, he needed to control this better. No, he needed to get away from her.
Do you accept?
He was suddenly very eager to be away. A dip in the water, that would fix this. Soothe him, set him to rights again. Damned woman.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it