10-02-2018, 08:29 AM
My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see
His name on her lips brings with it a flood a warmth, ice turned to heat in his blood. Instead of retreating, she softens for him, the sharp angles of her face taking on an entirely new cast. For the first time, that ice melts entirely, letting him see her. Just her. His Lynx.
Doesn’t she know that’s all she had ever needed to enrapture him completely?
There is nothing child-like about this now, nothing to bring back memories of an old friendship. Instead, it is something new, something fresh and wondrous and bright. And like the greediest of dragons hoarding his gold, he wants every bit of it.
When she doesn’t reject him, fire sparks along his skin, igniting something he might never forgot. She is his now. His. And he would never let her forget it.
Eyes almost slumberous, he lets her touch, relishing the sensation of her lips tracing the contours of his jawline. A shiver races along his spine when her teeth pinch his skin, the faintest hint of pain sharpening the pleasure of her touch. A lazy, faintly wicked grin curves his lips as her breath shudders along his skin, her slightly vexed words amusing him.
Closing the gap between them, he skims his muzzle along the satin skin of her neck until he reaches the hollow of her shoulder. Pressing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin there, he pauses only when he reaches the sharper point of her withers. Gently, he scrapes his teeth along the skin that stretches tautly over bone before placing a soothing kiss on the offended flesh. Then, he chuckles, a low, rough sound that teases at unfulfilled desire. “You will never regret this Lynx,” he groans breathily against her skin. “Never.”
Doesn’t she know that’s all she had ever needed to enrapture him completely?
There is nothing child-like about this now, nothing to bring back memories of an old friendship. Instead, it is something new, something fresh and wondrous and bright. And like the greediest of dragons hoarding his gold, he wants every bit of it.
When she doesn’t reject him, fire sparks along his skin, igniting something he might never forgot. She is his now. His. And he would never let her forget it.
Eyes almost slumberous, he lets her touch, relishing the sensation of her lips tracing the contours of his jawline. A shiver races along his spine when her teeth pinch his skin, the faintest hint of pain sharpening the pleasure of her touch. A lazy, faintly wicked grin curves his lips as her breath shudders along his skin, her slightly vexed words amusing him.
Closing the gap between them, he skims his muzzle along the satin skin of her neck until he reaches the hollow of her shoulder. Pressing gentle kisses along the sensitive skin there, he pauses only when he reaches the sharper point of her withers. Gently, he scrapes his teeth along the skin that stretches tautly over bone before placing a soothing kiss on the offended flesh. Then, he chuckles, a low, rough sound that teases at unfulfilled desire. “You will never regret this Lynx,” he groans breathily against her skin. “Never.”
Fox
