Spinning out of control

Pyrrhic pulled back and quietly savored the moment. After a beat he opened his eyes and looked up at Riva. His expression was serious as he studied her. He didn't want to get this wrong. Mortals were fickle, flighty things and he was afraid that if he pressed too hard she'd balk at his closing grasp. Pyrrhic was convinced of their suitability, but that didn't mean he was ready to give her all of his trust. There was still that fragile element of being a mortal that made Riva, in his mind, more apt to flee the will of Abraxas. Not that he could really speak much on the subject given his recent history, but nonetheless his reservations were there.

He traced the curve of her shoulder again and followed it down to the small of her back. She was firm under his touch; her frame hanging somewhere between lithe and supple. The slow, easy smile returned to his lips as he decided to go for it. With his arms tightly around her Pyrrhic twisted them both over. Only then did he release her to place both forepaws on the ground so as to avoid crushing her beneath him.

With slow and deliberate movements he began to nibble on her neck, inching upwards until he was at the hollow of her throat. There he placed a kiss before moving to her lips. He would continue on in this way; tasting and nibbling the many places on her body that piqued his interest. Before the night was over, if he got his way, he would have her.

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