PAPERCUT

as the woman obeyed, the man's thin lips slit open in a toothy smirk. he knew then that this would not be a wasted experience. dainty paws stepped around her body, sculpted maw lingering close to her. he reached her protected neck, conscious of the blood flowing through her veins and the nearly synchronized pounding of their hearts. what a silly thought, that she would protect her neck but expose the soft flesh of her belly. a ragged, exasperated chuckle slipped through his teeth as he brushed a leathered button along the side of her neck before taking a position to hover over her.

salmon tongue lubricated drying lips, mind traveling fast down a perverse path. oh what he could do to this woman. so many things, but none jumping out at him screaming pick me. he allowed his mug to trail down the center of her belly, ever slowly. he stopped midway, breathing shallowly. "tell me.. wer bist du?" his voice came rougher than he intended, a sense of urgency he had not wanted to reveal. he lingered just long enough to breathe the words before his tongue snaked down the rest of the path, stopping just above the desirable location. he wanted to see her squirm. beg for him. and he would before the night was over.