been waiting all night for you

IT suited her well that she would be so forcible, that in her moment of bodily ache she would become more ravenous, that her icy glaze would become something nations would simply die for. The wanton lust that brewed in the man would not be revocable for long, and he too would succumb to the same fury that enticed her. Eyes remained pinned to the woman, his offer going unanswered, and yet her movement would not go without notice. A smile would come to taunt her, growing restless on his black lips, and his bony muzzle would aim to turn against the skull of her head. The warmth of her breast angling not far from his own where in the arch of her neck, her head, her spine would turn against him, teeth aiming for collateral damage of the charade she was putting on. Such fine grace, delectable. He seethes in his uncontrollable thirst, the electricity of her body, her volatile touch. More more more!

Ivories snake around his throat, his most vulnerable region, and he only responds by leaning into her, by pressing his head downward. onto her skull. She is allowed the chance to kill him, but alas, he knows she will not take it. Body angles slightly to the right after his right leg attempts to take a step forward, turning to his left he would aim to angle the limb into her side, her left shoulder, there he would attempt to push the woman into the ground, his feral warnings clear, his dire hunger for her growing more prevalent with the passing moments. Tongue would dare to slither from behind a cage of teeth and skin, where he would aim to serenade her with a kiss behind her skull. Eos! Damn you! You'll be the end of me! and yet it pushed him, an ordinance to please, a swear to be enough always forever.