11-04-2018, 06:49 PM
Overcome. Yes that was a good word. He made her mouth dry and her eyes couldn’t help but linger on the way his dark eyes gleamed at her. She still felt a bit like she was being stalked by a predator but not in a bad way. Well, maybe, she didn’t know, it was all rather confusing. Especially as his body crowded closer to hers, his muzzle against her cheek and his warm breath stirring the air around her shoulder. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, tilting her head just slightly so she could see him.
Dangerous. It was a word that slithered through her mind as she looked at him. He could be, couldn’t he? All that sleek muscle, and the way he absolutely knew he was beautiful. She doesn’t answer him, although his words tell her that there were absolutely all kinds of things he could show her.
She couldn’t speak past the nerves suddenly in her throat anyways. Instead she stretches her body forwards, taking one small step so her lips can find the hollow of his throat and drag her teeth lightly across it in a pinch. Then she shifts, turning so she can see his reaction still curious, still unsure as to what he meant, but willing, absolutely.
There would be worse things in the world than letting him teach her all kinds of delicious things that set her heart aflutter in her chest. Flashes of the same kind of look in her father’s eyes and her mother’s eyes as they stared at each other. Pieces of her childhood were out of place right now, and so she went back to thinking about the way his lips would feel. All kinds of delicious thoughts.
Innocent but perhaps not ignorant. “Okay.” She manages to finally say past the knot in her throat. Her eyes wide but willing.
@[Ashhal]
Dangerous. It was a word that slithered through her mind as she looked at him. He could be, couldn’t he? All that sleek muscle, and the way he absolutely knew he was beautiful. She doesn’t answer him, although his words tell her that there were absolutely all kinds of things he could show her.
She couldn’t speak past the nerves suddenly in her throat anyways. Instead she stretches her body forwards, taking one small step so her lips can find the hollow of his throat and drag her teeth lightly across it in a pinch. Then she shifts, turning so she can see his reaction still curious, still unsure as to what he meant, but willing, absolutely.
There would be worse things in the world than letting him teach her all kinds of delicious things that set her heart aflutter in her chest. Flashes of the same kind of look in her father’s eyes and her mother’s eyes as they stared at each other. Pieces of her childhood were out of place right now, and so she went back to thinking about the way his lips would feel. All kinds of delicious thoughts.
Innocent but perhaps not ignorant. “Okay.” She manages to finally say past the knot in her throat. Her eyes wide but willing.
@[Ashhal]