In the Dead of Night
08-26-2013, 12:09 AM
There was short talk of her brother before that conversation died, mainly because she didn't encourage it to thrive. With her shivers, the male nipped at her ear, the action making her physically jerk and her breathing increase. When it came to being intimate, her body giving away her every emotion wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Sarak seemed to be goaded by her body's tiniest reactions to him. ?You?re feisty, have a hard time with words. You carry yourself like a queen. The stars make your eyes sparkle. And you have a habit of pawing me in the face. How can I not feel giddy when you only do that to me?? Azalea was a sucker for words and Sarak just kept talking. She failed with a response but by what he said, maybe he expected it. She tried to signal to him that his words were noted, though, so he didn't feel ignored. His paw across her back curled in and the muscles in his leg tightened to pull her closer. Her heart slammed into her rib cage only for the millionth time and she feared it would bruise with the beating it was getting tonight. When she pulled back in praise to his returned appetite Sarak seemed to stop moving. Azalea watched him carefully wondering if maybe her words had offended him by putting pressure on his current state. Then suddenly his tongue flicked out across her nose and Azalea jerked back in obvious surprise. Her eyes wide and her nose wiggling at the sensation. "There are many kinds of hunger, Zalea?? That grabbed her attention. Amber gaze locked with his mossy green one and her mouth slipped open to for a single syllable, "Oh." She said. She was good at sending messages but was rusty on receiving them, especially from Sarak. It was a welcome change for her to realize that all along he had understood her suggestion and now was the one teasing her. In fact, the realization through her hormones into overdrive. She let out an almost anxious whine, her nose bumping at Sarak's chin. Bad with words, she really didn't know what to say. Speech, |
