Every touch is almost too much. She had been stripped bare already, and now she comes before him as nothing but herself. That vulnerability is almost enough to bring those walls back up. But the press of his weight against her, the sting of his teeth on her skin, the heat of his kisses reminds her of everything she would be missing. Of everything she would have to give up. And in that moment, she wants nothing more than to lose herself in him, no matter the consequences.
And Dovev, oh, he understands her contrary nature too well.
She pushes against him and he pushes back. His weight pressing against her, the quelling nip, all of it brings another gasp to her lips, a wave of heat that tingles along her skin, and a surge of renewed determination. Her eyes glow fiercely, promising repayment in kind. Promising retribution of the most delicious sort.
The moment he eases his weight from her, she shoots upright. Her eyes fix on him, bright and fierce. Hungry. For a moment, she is tempted to follow him, to torment him in the same way he had tormented her. So much so that, for just a moment, she presses against him, lips and teeth finding skin. Until he is demanding she stand.
Abruptly she withdraws, gaze fierce as her chin notches stubbornly. She considers disregarding the command, but the dark hunger in his eyes convinces her otherwise. A hunger that matches the raw need in her own.
Slowly, she rises, her gaze fixed on him without a hint of modesty, tail snapping once, sharply, against her hocks. When she is on her feet, she stares at him in challenge, shifting until the round slope of her rear is pressed against the rough wall of the cave. The corners of her lips quirk up, an insolent smirk that says try me.
He might wish her to stand, but he is fooling himself if he thought it would be anything but on her terms. No matter how much that sharp note of command sent heat curling through her belly.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
