It’s so stupidly easy to forget herself with him. A fact she despises nearly as much as she craves it. Fortunately for the both of them, she is far too sensible to give in to such senseless cravings. Platonic adventures are one thing. Maddening and challenging and more enjoyable than she would ever admit, but in the end, virtually harmless. Something she could write off as life experience.
But the kinds of adventures he sought? Those were far more dangerous. Too dangerous. Gods know she had already proven fertile enough. She certainly didn’t wish to push her luck on that front, no matter how much fun it might be.
Apparently though, she had inadvertently pushed a little too far. He seems to barely listen to her admonitions. His gaze locks upon her face, eyes darkening with a hunger that has nothing to do with food. Halting abruptly, her blue eyes narrow as he shifts closer, bone and black pressing against blue and lace as his lips unerringly find the skin of her neck.
As his breath whispers against her neck, she stiffens, a gasp huffing warily from her lips. Arching her neck and tucking her muzzle, she nips sharply at the air in front of his chest. Less warning than her own alarm at the abrupt shift in their conversation.
With his lips trailing heat across her sensitive blue skin, she closes her eyes, attempting to steel herself against his influence. It’s been long enough. A shiver crosses her skin at the words, quickly suppressed. Too long. Terrible thoughts. Even more dangerous desires.
But she shakes her head. “No, not nearly long enough.” The words are soft, gritted out from a throat suddenly dry. Frowning, she lifts her chin, twisting to press her mouth against his dark skin. After a moment’s touch, almost gentle in its nature, her lips part, teeth pinching his skin. Softly. A warning of sorts. “I have already told you his would be a dangerous path to tread.”
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
