05-08-2019, 12:26 AM
ryatah
hell is empty and all the devils are here
Everytime she thinks she is done being the way she is, something – someone – comes along to pull her back in. She cannot even pretend to be bothered by it. She has never tried to resist the temptations dangled before her, even when she should. It’s not that she can’t – she simply chooses not to. It had been so long since she was last with Skellig that his scent had long since worn away from her skin, and along with it had gone any thread of guilt she used to feel when another ignited this familiar spark inside of her.
Atrox wasn’t the first – but he may as well have been. He was someone from the past and yet he feels brand new; exhilarating and unexplored.
If anything, the way her vision continued to flicker should have been what grounded her back to earth. But it was all too easy to get lost in the gravel of his voice, and the way that he had moved closer and pressed his teeth into her skin. The involuntary sound that it elicited from the back of her throat is soft and light in comparison to the ruggedness of him, and she caresses her mouth into the muscular curve of his neck. The smoothness of her skin is pressed flush with impossible black of his, and she notices that he smells of the innermost parts of Tephra; the parts that not even she had dared to go.
She can feel herself begin to quiver in anticipation at the slow way he feels along the slope of her neck, and for a moment her eyes drift close, her breathing quickening almost imperceptibly. When his teeth land a sharp bite against her neck, it is the stinging in her hip – where the mark he had left was branded into her skin – that causes her eyes to snap open.
She is not surprised when she opens her eyes to complete darkness.
Her heartbeat accelerates dramatically, an intense wave of fear suddenly flushing her skin hot. But all she does is press more firmly into the panther-stallion, her teeth finding his own skin as she laughs breathlessly into the muscles over his shoulder. “It’s a mystery how I ever earned such a reputation.”
Atrox wasn’t the first – but he may as well have been. He was someone from the past and yet he feels brand new; exhilarating and unexplored.
If anything, the way her vision continued to flicker should have been what grounded her back to earth. But it was all too easy to get lost in the gravel of his voice, and the way that he had moved closer and pressed his teeth into her skin. The involuntary sound that it elicited from the back of her throat is soft and light in comparison to the ruggedness of him, and she caresses her mouth into the muscular curve of his neck. The smoothness of her skin is pressed flush with impossible black of his, and she notices that he smells of the innermost parts of Tephra; the parts that not even she had dared to go.
She can feel herself begin to quiver in anticipation at the slow way he feels along the slope of her neck, and for a moment her eyes drift close, her breathing quickening almost imperceptibly. When his teeth land a sharp bite against her neck, it is the stinging in her hip – where the mark he had left was branded into her skin – that causes her eyes to snap open.
She is not surprised when she opens her eyes to complete darkness.
Her heartbeat accelerates dramatically, an intense wave of fear suddenly flushing her skin hot. But all she does is press more firmly into the panther-stallion, her teeth finding his own skin as she laughs breathlessly into the muscles over his shoulder. “It’s a mystery how I ever earned such a reputation.”