Desperate To Breathe

He wanted her attention, there was still the selfish part of him that didn’t care about how Duchess was feeling right now. He didn’t care about the missing smile, just the daring gaze that glanced up at his form. She didn’t hide the emotions that remained in a stain upon her dual toned eyes. But she continued to kiss and touch him, and there wasn’t anything else that mattered. She returned to him and his arms willingly, almost flippantly as she threw regard for her life to the wind.

Noir didn’t care or think about that, all he knew was the warmth of her body against his, the feeling of her paws against his fur and skin, the taste of her tongue against his. She moved against him with a practiced ease, teasing until she could take no more, and pleaded with him to make her forget. He knew what she meant. Noir could indulge in her here and now and the rest of the world would disappear. None of his worries or troubles mattered with Duchess perched above him.

She begged that he make her forget and Noir was nothing if not kind enough to accept her desires. Even if the expression never reached her lips Noir’s lips pulled back into a grin as his paws found either of her hips as she moved against him. ”It would be my pleasure,” He whispered against her lips in return as the tension grew too much and there was no holding back. Noir indulged in the woman completely. She held a position of power over him, but there was no holding back, and he matched her rhythmic movements as they drowned their sorrows on the cliff’s edge.