been waiting all night for you

basking in the delight of her touch, the warmth that coursed through him, he would continue to shove, to lock her in his ravenous ways, to push her over the brink, to urge and conform not to her wishes nor societies nonsensical reigns, but to his own forebodings. He could feel the pressure applied as teeth grasped his forearm, as they pulled at the muscles with ease, dancing over his skin and leaving the scratches and markers that they would. do you like to make me bleed, ma reine? the question; it were not for her, but it was certainly a punctual thought to be held, and held it was as she was turned from him, forced away following the superior weight he had over her. Things such as themselves, two vampyres, locked in a battle, not of mortality or of war without relent, but that of a wanton tango. Enticed by her turns and twists he pulls towards her, aiming to allow her the ability to stand to lean into him as she would wish. amusement is perhaps the easiest way to describe the feature that claims his face, as he waits in exhilarating anxiety for whatever she beheld for him yet.

Spine would turn and she would angle herself alongside him, tongue and teeth dancing over his thigh and immediately he would press his head over the arch of her hip, leaning with perfect precision into her, daunting and ever so promiscuous he lavishes her hip in kisses, not afraid to bite her flesh, to pull at the fur that adorns her so well, and it is without regret that he is tempted by her touch, her warmth, his prize being so perfectly displayed for him, and it goes with little warning that his hips rotated from her side, that his fore-arms leave the ground and aim to embrace her sides, to lock them together. It would not be with gentleness that his teeth would grasp her nape and pull at the flesh, fur, and fat that encased her neck. Want. Want. Want. A constant mantra in his head demanding release and without hesitation, without the thought more he consecrated their promise to one another, conjoined them in what they both so yearned for, and allowed her to bathe in her lust so resolute.

-fade tooooo red!-