A bitter sweet goodbye
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His body gave way, following her directions before turning to face her head on, standing inches from her, his nose leaving a soft trail across her leading up to her ear. His breathy words tickled the sensitive skin, causing a twitch of that ear and the briefest of shivers down her spine. "It's always a dangerous game with you." Tones were soft, rumbling from her jaws in the most feminine of ways. Muscles bunched, weight rocking back on her hind legs just enough to extend her torso and neck upward, fangs nipping just below his own jaws, along the sensitive skin on his throat, nips teasing the main artery of life that lay beneath his skin, silently telling him just how vulnerable they were to each other. "Then again, you know how dangerous that fine line you walk is." He was a wanted man, hated by Tortuga, Kylar planning to stick his head on a silver platter, so many wanted him dead. And it was all because of her. It had always been her. She was his obsession. His first love, whether or not he admitted it to himself or anyone else. He never truly let her go when he married Newt and set her free, they had always been tied to each other. And they always would be.
Those jaws that she was so close to, more often than not, delivered death. Jaws that she had managed to avoid all these years, even when she was within their powerful grasp, he let her go, letting her escape with her life so he could return to her. Yet now, she played just within their reach, acting boldly, so out of character for her. But she wouldn't turn him down, not this time. For once she quieted her thoughts, her rational, logical thoughts, letting her body and heart lead her wherever they decided. She would give in to him tonight, give into the one thing she had always denied him. And herself. A low rumble vibrated her chest, not quite a growl, it was a challenge as she stepped back, sapphire gems looking up at him, daring him. Surely he wouldn't deny what they both wanted. How could he? He waited so long for this moment, how could he let it slip from his paws. |
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