i know you like i know my reflection

Doubts seemed to constantly tickle at the feign. But, despite his obvious nerves the male did not seem to show the depth his self consciousness. Other then his failures and stumbles the male felt as though the beautiful babe before him wouldn't ever feel the same about him as she did others. Could Hannibal live up to the relationships prior to himself? The small fae that healed her heart or the father of her first litter... Would the Empress of Ashen love her flawed Daimyo as much as he loved her? The agonizing thoughts would probably never go away but perhaps thats what would keep the albino ghoul on his toes.

Hannibal's gentle nuzzles were met with a heated lick of his chin. Warmth flowed from that spot and into his veins in an instant. Electricity formed within his core and radiated outward. His breathing would grow slightly heavier which would be easy for Belle to pick up on. Just as he seemed to reel in his thoughts she spoke. Desire woven tones filled his tattered ears and he could feel his eyes grow heavy as they rolled shut. The center of each of his four paws ached as he pressed against her. That eager muzzle would dive into her scruff once again. He'd nip at her skin lightly as a possessive growl formed in the depths of his throat. "Belle..."

With eyes closed and muzzle busy the male used the leg that was placed on her abdomen to pull her closer. It was impossible for the cuddling couple to get much closer then they were but he was eager to try. Though, Hannibal would not progress any further as to respect his Empress. "It is... difficult..." His voice was deep and husky with tones of an aching pain. "Temptress."