the devil's in the details [ouija]

[Ouija]

Θuija

Fear.  She exhibits it and he tastes it.  Endulging in it's sweet flavor upon his tongue.  She tenses at his near touch.  Muscles taunt beneath her earthy toned hide.  His much the opposite.  Watching the change in her eyes.  The reeling of her mind from fear to agitation.  His grin hardly dissipates.  If anything it grows.  

She was quick to act.  Her teeth barely grasping his dark flesh as she skirted away from him.  Venom laced words spewed from her lips.  He did not lunged, did not join in on her dancing.  Crimson eyes watched as she settled near.  His chiseled head turning to view her fully again.  Then he steps towards her, calmly.  He hardly takes in consideration the weapon she wields.  He wanted something and so did she.  He'd show her...

His eyes remained fixated on her as she stood at the ready - to attack if provoked - he speaks, "allow me to show you, M'Love."  He waits for the curiousity to spark in her eyes before he creeps nearer.  He again reaches his muzzle to her shoulder but not touching.  Close enough that she can feel the warm dampness of his breath against her.  He steps forward again, his muzzle slowly following across the length of her frame.  Still it does not make contact with her flesh.  It simply teases the senses.  Senses of fear, hunger, want...the unknown.  He concentrates on the muscles that twitch below her hide.  Grinning as they react.  

He ends as he reaches her hip.  Lingering there a moment before whispering into her flesh, "Do you wish to learn more?" He pauses, waiting for her to give into her darkest desires... 

Wanna play a game?

So clearly assuming she stands still and doesn't stab him but if you want to go that direction I can edit

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