For everything she has seen and all her knowledge, she could never have prepared herself for what she would unleash in Dovev. She knows his intensity, and fear had long kept her from delving too deep. But now... now there is no room for it. He had somehow found his way in and there is no turning back. Even if she wanted to.
She gasps when he pushes against her, shoving her to the ground, growling as his lips find the sensitive skin of her throat. Heat flashes through her, burning away the uncertainty. For a moment (just the barest of moments, when his body first crashes into her), there is fear. Realization that she had perhaps bit off more than she could chew. That perhaps, in this one thing, inexperience could be her downfall. Because despite her lack of experience, she knows instinctively all the pleasure she might have felt before would pale in the face of such fiery passion.
Dagger. His voice vibrates across her skin, spreading that heat like a wildfire. She had always told him to stop calling her that, but in the moment, it feels incredibly right. Her eyes snap open, the blue no longer icy but burning, the heart of a scalding flame. Everywhere he touches her skin, the softness of his lips, the bite of his armor, begins another flashpoint where it presses until her skin feels hot and tight, as though she might burst. Until her breath is short, gasping.
And she wants more, wants all of it. But not like this. She could never remain so pliant beneath his touch, only receiving and never giving. He should know this is not how he would have her. They would be equals, nothing less, nothing more.
“Dovev,” she rasps, her voice sharp, demanding now. She shoves against him, a command to release her. She hasn’t the strength to stand against him physically, and he must know that. But there is no fear in that recognition. Instead, it thrills through her, an odd tingle that bursts along her nerve-endings.
He would have her, of that she has no doubt. But that does not mean she wouldn’t try to make the terms her own.
With a low growl of her own, her bright eyes flash as she pushes at him again. Her lips seek out any flesh she can find, teeth scraping to remind him of her own power. Lips soothing any sting to remind him of the plea.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
