but you never close the door

Her words were met with silence but that was perfectly alright with her. No words were needed; everything had long been since said. No, it was only a primal, instinctual hunger. It was something she didn't fight but rather embraced willingly, the heat of her desires almost making her want to tell him to not even bother going to the den. She would not fight it; no, not anymore - it would be too raw, too painful, to do so.

She didn't even try to withhold herself away from him while they traveled elsewhere. Instead, she would occasionally reach over and nip lightly at his shoulder. Teasing little touches that both flamed her desire, and likely his too. It actually made her grin, and her eyes sparkle with utter delight; for some reason, that teasing she did was absolutely satisfying.

She followed him into the darkness of the den, her body shivering with excitement that she herself didn't quite understand. With eagerness, she approached closer, almost hesitant, but not enough so to pause. She tipped her head back, nipping a bit hard at his throat. Her eyes twinkled mischievously; just because they were here did not mean she'd stop that teasing of hers.

"Lark" | "Lillianna"